The Monsters Are Due On Maple Street Songtext
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The saddest part of living life is all the lies we choose to make
With no discrimination to those we love and hate
Self-preservation looking out for number one
But life crashes down when the web is spun
Don't tell me who to be
I refuse to be a drone of society
Conditioned to failure running through the generations
Cut shaped and molded by self-degredation
With no discrimination to those we love and hate
Self-preservation looking out for number one
But life crashes down when the web is spun
Don't tell me who to be
I refuse to be a drone of society
Conditioned to failure running through the generations
Cut shaped and molded by self-degredation
Taught to obey as to be left alone
Answers to every question are assumed to be known
Don't tell me who to be
I refuse to be a drone of society
Adaptation through the ages
Cultural revelations
Emancipate and liberate
Become autonomous agents
Answers to every question are assumed to be known
Don't tell me who to be
I refuse to be a drone of society
Adaptation through the ages
Cultural revelations
Emancipate and liberate
Become autonomous agents
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