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The deformation of this land That I hold dear The fornication of our rights Forgotten Fit the mold or at odds be damned Fear is our tradition Rise from the sheep we are Face your destination Or be predetermined We'll find our own way out Trust the plain and simple minds So moronic Feel the knife inside our backs Still thrusting Sheltered eyes See blind Fear is our tradition Rise from the sheep we are Face your destination Or be predetermined We'll find our own way out Seek the truth Or pay the price Turn off the box Think for yourself Hang from your mind Within your cell Remember what it's like to care Bring about change Fear is out tradition Fear is our tradition Rise from the sheep we are Face your destination Or be predetermined We'll find our own way out