Riddle me this
Anarchy club
Just a thought
Surviving is not living
All we got
Is nothing we were given
Surviving is not living
All we got
Is nothing we were given
Eyes are open
But looking the other way
We're all choking
On words we're afraid to say
Ties are broken
So get on your knees and prey
Eyes are open
But looking the other way
In the game
But never seem to play it
Know the truth
But never seem to say it
Not the fall
But the sudden stop that follows
Trade it all
For yesterday's tomorrows
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