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What's going on in your head?

You don't make sense to me

I can't reason without a reason

You hear but you won't listen

You point your finger and the herd follows

An angle too sharp that you cannot correct

You point your finger and the herd follows

An angle too sharp that you cannot correct

Here it comes again, quotations of illiterates

Come around and listen to lies in silver lining

Interpretation is the key, you can choose what to believe

Leave the bad chapters out, keep the ones that you want

You point your finger and the herd follows

An angle too sharp that you cannot correct

You point your finger and the herd follows

An angle too sharp that you cannot correct

You got blood on your hands and genocide in the lands

Try to sweep the carpet but blood is thicker than dust

'Cuz of your lunacy lives have been lost

But there is a masterplan cross your fingers hope it's real

You point your finger and the herd follows

An angle too sharp that you cannot correct

You point your finger and the herd follows

An angle too sharp that you cannot correct

With a cross around your neck, you seem to forget

About common sense and the meaning of life

Guide 'em to heaven, turning earth to hell

You ignited the fire, admit that you're a liar