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Sick sick of it all sick of the sickness

The bigger they fall the ripples relentless

We can see the world as it's changed for the worse

We can make it better if we'd only rehearse

We can save this ship before it's fully immersed

But our heads are underwater some of us feel we're cursed

They take your views your money as dues and throw em in a bonfire

To see if it will last a while

Feeling helpless and confused while they cover up the clues and throw em in a bonfire

To see if they will last a while