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This is what its all about Past the pain, behind the joy Pointless endeavors, mounting feats Give up simpletons I see it in the beggar's eyes Deep inside our leaders shallow hearts It lies beneath every world you speak Bluntly filling cries of triumph to convince you self There it is again the inspiration behind halls of masterpieces The moral to every story you lairs weave Pasted to your mini skirts and chains Recite it proudly, hand over heart Ripped into your scars of naivety Made up of nothing its something inside I've gotten carried away Forgetting I don't care