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Turn the page, break the mold, turn the page. God gave you eyes.
Break away, cut the seams, break away. Where is your passion?
Plastic teeth, paper tail, mechanic heart. God gave you eyes.
Break away, cut the seams, break away. Where is your passion?
This means war.
Don't let them paint your skin. Don't let them mold you in.
Turn the page, break the mold, turn the page. God gave you eyes.
Break away, cut the seams, break away.
No, plastic teeth, mechanic heart, or paper tail. God gave you eyes.
Break away, cut the seams, break away.
I want to see your God given passion, not more heartless pretension.
You are a coward dressed in wolves clothes but I can smell your fear beneath.
Let them see your white wool, then start kicking in teeth.
No more games.
There is no other way you can be.
Do not put those chains back on your neck.
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