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The storm is coming

The trees will sway

The lies they told you

About being complete

Don't speak your mind

Just keep your mouth shut

That's how they want you

Eyes blinded and cut

Keep on breathing

That's all you're good for

Brain dead and docile

Awaiting control

It's time to wake up

Pull up the blinds

When the truth strikes you

At last you're alive

Don't you want to know

How to lose control

When the truth strikes you

At last you're alive