Complex Terms

Careless, to try to think that we've progressed
 And the consequence of walking quietly
 We only know what we've been told
 Self-exposed and overloaded
 And overloaded, and overloaded
 These monuments built by thieves
 These monuments built by thieves
 Keep us contained
 Polished they stand and guide us
 I found a four leaf clover hidden within
 Buried beneath my fears
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 And we fall, kneeling, begging for scraps
 Hands and arms stretched out
 We reach for what we're given
 So privileged
 Imagine it could be the fall of man
 The fall of man
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 We come from control
 A paradigm that leads us through the valley
 Into the mouths of wolves (mouths of wolves)
 We're being eaten alive
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 And we fall, kneeling, begging for what?
 Hands and arms stretched out
 We reach for what we're given
 So privileged
 Imagine it could be the fall of man
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 The tailor's shop has closed (closed)
 And we don't dress for miracles anymore
 The tailor's shop has closed
 And we don't get dressed for miracles anymore
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 Oh, how we believe in
 All the monuments built by thieves
 Oh, how we believe in
 All the monuments built by thieves
 Oh, how we believe in
 All the monuments built by thieves