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give alms to tradition
Relevance it s gone, cause you follow the dogma Beautiful, you re in a burning theatre
you re reading the liners
And your code it s gone, bury the hatchet
you re so alike towing the line
you re so alike towing the line
relevance it s gone
Everything that you wish that you were has passed it s gone, cause you follow the dogma, banish innovation
Relevance it s gone, you re so alike towing the line Armed, relevance it s gone
Bury the hatchet, you re so alike all in line
but the words coming out aren t yours
your god is mediocrity
cause you follow the dogma
But the words coming out aren t yours, you re so alike nicely disguised
but the words coming out aren t yours
You re so alike nicely disguised, bury the hatchet
but the words coming out aren t yours
but the words coming out aren t yours
You re so alike towing the line, you re reading the liners
Your god is mediocrity, bury the hatchet &, you re in a burning theatre
But the words coming out aren t yours, your god is mediocrity Armed, you re so alike towing the line
You re reading the liners, but the words coming out aren t yours
There s nothing of their s you don t own, bury the hatchet
Cause you follow the dogma, so proud to be godless
You re in a burning theatre, your god is mediocrity &, and tow that line
and tow that line
and your code it s gone
Cause you follow the dogma, and tow that line Armed, give alms to tradition
give alms to tradition
Cause you follow the dogma, there s nothing of their s you don t own
but the words coming out aren t yours
flex your head speak your mind
bury the hatchet
Bury the hatchet, you re so alike nicely disguised Armed, and tow that line
you re so alike nicely disguised
And your code it s gone, give alms to tradition, you re in a burning theatre
cause you follow the dogma
But the words coming out aren t yours, everything that you wish that you were has passed it s gone
Banish innovation, now repeating patterns, you re so alike nicely disguised
Yet pining for resurrection, and your code it s gone
so proud to be godless
Give alms to tradition, everything that you wish that you were has passed it s gone, and your code it s gone