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You've got a lot to looseIt's delicate and there's proofBut it's not worthy of newsYour target is the youngYou pierce your hook through the tongue Reeling them in one by oneYou're nothing more than a prisoner in this place that you call homeThe inability to think for yourself is all you've ever knownYou've got a lot to sayBut your words are a plague Spreading hate and washing brainsYour proverbs are a jokeThey're only there to provokeYou won't force them down my throatYou're nothing more than a prisoner in this place that you call homeThe inability to think for yourself is all you've ever knownYou're nothing more than a prisoner in this place that you call homeThe inability to think for yourself is all you've ever knownYou've got a lot to looseIt's delicate and there's proofBut it's not worthy of news From Letras Mania