Songtexte
In
a
city
of
today
all
things
are
the
same
Brimmed
as
an
acid
acid
dream
Don't
cease
the
grind
to
listen
to
the
voice
The
urge
is
asked
to
mind
the
line
that's
partisan
Hold
tight
to
the
essence
Find
your
own
voice
No
pity
for
those
who're
scared
of
everything
Modern
Messiah,
the
prophet,
the
liar
A
puppet
in
the
hands
of
the
greed
and
powerless
Modern
Messiah,
the
deceiver,
the
idol
Took
a
heathen
and
then
a
fake
pause
and
a
level
We
watch,
we
listen,
but
we
don't
question
anymore
We
just
follow
the
route
Filled
with
strangers
No
time
to
see
if
a
revolution
starts
When
someone
yells
in
a
different
direction
Hold
tight
to
the
essence
Find
your
own
voice
No
pity
for
those
who're
scared
of
everything
Modern
Messiah,
the
prophet,
the
liar
A
puppet
in
the
hands
of
the
greed
and
powerless
Modern
Messiah,
the
deceiver,
the
idol
Took
a
heathen
and
then
a
fake
pause
and
a
level
Modern
Messiah,
the
prophet,
the
liar
A
puppet
in
the
hands
of
the
greed
and
powerless
Modern
Messiah,
the
deceiver,
the
idol
Took
a
heathen
and
then
a
fake
pause
Modern
Messiah
Modern
Messiah
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