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Sensory DeprivationTearing off a strip or twoTaking back what once was stolen The speech has now grown louder Its time for rising up No more the buck stops here I’ve found the fault, time for correction Cut these manacles Silenced by the clasped hand Deafness gained by an unseen mask It’s sensory deprivation Taking back control There's nothing left There’s nothing left to give you There's nothing left Taking back control There's nothing left Turn my back, close the door There's nothing left Making out that you were worthy All I saw was a complete fraud You pulled the wool over our eyes You played your cards again I ll carve you out my life Like the way you cut minds to ribbons Those same opinions Deprived of oxygen Like a dog with a sting in the tail Its sensory deprivation Taking back control There's nothing left There’s nothing left to give you There's nothing left Taking back control There's nothing left Turn my back, close the door There's nothing left How’s it feel to be the outcast All I’m left with, a mind turned to spite Taking back control There's nothing left There’s nothing left to give you There's nothing left Taking back control There's nothing left Turn my back, close the door There's nothing left You tore me limb from limb Put me back together wrong All that I worked for, you took all that I worked for You tore me limb from limb Put me back together wrong All that I worked for, you took all that I worked for |