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Lyrics: We are not the same in any way, shape or form You don't have the mind to create anything I'm blind, I'm blind, I can't see through the idiocy I can't hardly see at all I'm blind, I'm blind, I don't even care There's so much to fear, and nothing to see here No similarity between you and me You've bastardized everything that I need There's no future for you in this town So keep your head down and focus on the ground Keep your head down, focus on the ground You'll never be anything like me There's so much to hear, there's so much to feel And you won't ever even know if it's real An empty casket in a funeral home That's all you'll ever be to me when you're gone It's like a sinister plot to pervert everything I love A disease if you please; something to make you believe that this is real, when it's simply illogic. A disease if you please; something to harbor the sleaze A game of make believe, and people fucking buy it. There's so much to hear, there's so much to feel And you won't ever even know if it's real An empty casket in a funeral home That's all you'll ever be to me when you're gone I have seen my world fall apart before my eyes I won't let it happen again I am here to destroy... The aspiration of a nation, to remake the same stuff. No creation.