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F*ck the idea of the good guys winning Concepts and knowledge keeping morals spinning Losing the fear of becoming nothing to satisfy the greed I never denied that they're right to extents To exist on the fence is what pays for the rent But to drag someone down to move Everyone else to the top doesn't mean they succeed If only I perceive Or if you ever did believe Back off, the roof is too low now Take off, but not too slow now Why would I want to spend the rest of my life here So just Lay low in the shadows and I swear I will never leave your side Why would I want to spend the rest of my life here Stop with the shouting, I'm never caring Put down the camera the lense is glaring of lies I despise what it adds in my eyes You can't capture ideas, though the media tries Perhaps we're all just blind to what they don't want us to see If nice guys finish last then I guess evil is what I'll be We didn't want a riot, though to try it shows some heart When all I ever wanted was to tear this place apart And through it all the power falls the same as it always fell And still we tell the future generations they should try