In Unison
Hollowed by the powers that may be
Until the day I die
Put me into the light
Since I was a little boy
Don't ask a question
Cuz there won't be any answer
Had to learn the lesson
That you didn't even matter
Everybody stands in unison
And they all tend to look the same
Everybody is a copy
And it causes so much pain
Everything you say or think
Is always just another voice
Everything you ever do or make
Is never just a choice
Chosen
For
You
Buried before I get the chance
To breathe for good
I take a walk
Amongst the other living dead
Any form of different thoughts, ideas
They can't be said
Sit in your high chair
And swallow what you have been fed
Everybody stands in unison
And they all tend to look the same
Everybody is a copy
And it causes so much pain
Everything you say or think
Is always just another voice
Everything you ever do or make
Is never just a choice
Gotta live, I'm tired of being dead
Gotta live, I'm tired of being dead
Gotta live, I'm tired of being dead
Everybody stands in unison
And they all tend to look the same
Everybody is a copy
And it causes so much pain
Everything you say or think
Is always just another voice
Everything you ever do or make
Is never just a choice
Until the day I die
Put me into the light
Since I was a little boy
Don't ask a question
Cuz there won't be any answer
Had to learn the lesson
That you didn't even matter
Everybody stands in unison
And they all tend to look the same
Everybody is a copy
And it causes so much pain
Everything you say or think
Is always just another voice
Everything you ever do or make
Is never just a choice
Chosen
For
You
Buried before I get the chance
To breathe for good
I take a walk
Amongst the other living dead
Any form of different thoughts, ideas
They can't be said
Sit in your high chair
And swallow what you have been fed
Everybody stands in unison
And they all tend to look the same
Everybody is a copy
And it causes so much pain
Everything you say or think
Is always just another voice
Everything you ever do or make
Is never just a choice
Gotta live, I'm tired of being dead
Gotta live, I'm tired of being dead
Gotta live, I'm tired of being dead
Everybody stands in unison
And they all tend to look the same
Everybody is a copy
And it causes so much pain
Everything you say or think
Is always just another voice
Everything you ever do or make
Is never just a choice
Credits
Writer(s): Hayden Pedersen
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