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Take just a little bit of what you make Jump yourself inside of it and have a taste Relax yourself to earn a bit of open space Control yourself enough so you don't have to face The war coming through in attitude You've only got yourself to lose The followers have gone insane from watching your slavery You're tying them up and you're calling it bravery Water for the witch that drowns in the sound Have yourself a pat on the back for getting around The innocent come back through in a rouse of smoke Suffocates your veins as you choke The war coming through in attitude You've only got yourself to lose The followers have gone insane from watching your slavery You're filling their cup and you're calling it bravery The only thing you've got to show Is a room full of things you know Familiarity to the touch They don't like you very much And you're starting to feel it down in your soul You're losing control of what you beg for Trying to get a sense of what you paid for Pitiful, the sense of nothingness When you empty your pockets, it seems you empty your sense