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Texty: In:Aviate. 1985. We All Seek The Truth.


I'll go at it alone and make the truth my own
Just save the pain of ever saying my name
We're paying them to preach
Their own philosophies and never bother to establish our own
I'd rather sleep tonight beneath this liquid floor
Than breathe your shallow dreams and want something more

They twist reality to make their own beliefs
And then expect us just to follow along
We read into their lies with sympathetic cries
How could we ever really make it alone
We hide inside our homes and act like we're out saving souls
Cause we're damned if we do and we're damned if we'd don't

Just let your voice be heard
And let your words speak truth
(All of these lies will start all these fires)
Inside of our hearts

It's truth if you believe their objectivity
They didn't leave any room for the right
So trade your agency to gain a sense of peace
And let them lead you off into the night
We hide inside our homes and act like we're out saving souls
Cause we're damned if we do and we're damned if we'd don't

Just let their words spark fire in our minds
(Complacency and ignorance will flee tonight)
From all of our lives

I can't wait to watch you burn
I can't wait to watch you burn
I can't wait to watch you burn
I can't wait to watch you burn

I've got a feeling I've got a feeling something's wrong
The clouds are lined in silver lies and gold
I've got a feeling I've got a feeling something's wrong tonight
In:Aviate
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