illuminatus - Suburban Symmetry | Текст песни

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• Suburban Symmetry

Caught in the glow of a television,
The world is passing by,
But you flick it over to a chatshow,
Because the world is killing you.

We're trapped in terraced prison cells
With matching sofa sets.
No - this isn't me!
No, it's my suburban symmetry.

You hear them talk in wicked tangents
And you fear what you become.
Your government is in control, please try to understand
We don't tolerate intolerance.

We're trapped in terraced prison cells
With matching sofa sets.
No - this isn't me!
No, it's my suburban symmetry.

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