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| lyrics by brad. | ||||
| It's pathetic to think that You can look me in the eye And say that you have always believed And never defy For who could ever think to themselves: To think for themselves? To doublethink? Impossible Keep your brains on the shelves Blindfolded prayers and Ignorant soma-abusers Prepare to switch sides as I become the accuser Dare to suggest and to offer new ideas That may destroy your whole foundation Unquestioned answers will drown you in gratification Until the blindfold is lowered for complete mental stagnation Question your instincts And question your dogma Question your family, spirit, and all those billboards Question your priest And question your friends Question your television, mall chains, and teachers Question yourself Dare to suggest and to offer new ideas That may destroy your whole foundation Unquestioned answers will drown you in gratification Until the blindfold is lowered for complete mental stagnation Swallow the adulteration until it is too late Allow the contamination to flow through your system Just when your salvation looks almost within grasp The shocking revelation will meet you face to face It's too late |
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