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May 2010
**** the lights, stop the show
We'll make it rain, make it snow

Calling off this dreadful act
Truth a lie, this is fact

Hold your breath, stop the pulse
What's true today, yesterday false

Advancement in theory, step back in reality
Repulsive to me, fits your morality

Never to see, never to hear
**** your neighbors whilst driven by fear

If no one knows, no one cares
So hide the facts, and call it fair

(This is the day I die, The day I'm forgotten, And the day I'm born anew)
Written by
Christopher Foust
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     Emilie, ---, Max Petersen and D Conors
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