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Correct Civil Isolation Lyrics
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Said the skeptic Born and bred negative No peace for the calm collective There’s a cold war coming in 1-2-3, Go! Please let me know when it’s gone It’s really not the best of times And all we've got is guided by this light within I’ll hold us both until the smoke clears We’re suffocating Sick of our society Sick of trying to fit inside a life I cannot lead Sick of always following Sick of trying to be another cog in their machine Sick of running on empty, pushing the blame Waiting for tomorrow to save us from today There’s no profit in poverty And I’m running on empty I’m running on empty Running myself into the ground Said the sceptic Born and bred negative No peace for the calm collective There’s a cold war coming in Go I feel the need It’s a darkness disease In this dead town, lights out The creatures come out in the streets My ears are burning In this circle of eyes Close the curtain and hide the knife We’re stacking up We’re piling high We’ve gone too far to recognise salvation This is civil isolation The bitter truth of the world is fucking sickening Tear my eyes on your barbed wire facade Divides of colour and small talk Medicate for patience Dig up the graves of our saviours Civil isolation It’s all gone right to my head Wondering why we’re not all dead It’s safe to say I’m not alone in this There’s something deep within we miss There’s a line in the sand that we won’t look past A cure for the pain but it’s out of our grasp If all we love will leave us asking Why do we deserve disaster? Let me know Please let me know when it’s gone It’s really not the best of times And all we've got is guided by this light within I’ll hold us both until the smoke clears We’re suffocating Sick of our society Sick of trying to fit inside a life I cannot lead Sick of always following Sick of trying to be another cog in their machine Sick of running on empty, pushing the blame Waiting for tomorrow to save us from today There’s no profit in poverty And I’m running on empty I’m running on empty Running myself into the ground
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