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The loudest in the room are now rewarded
 The academics gone into hiding
 They can't control their students or the thought police
 The new newspeak Orwellian dream
 The debate is now controlled show trials and shaming
 Immediate feelings over future
 The solitary fight of simply being right
 Pick a tribe boy, a scripted side
 Peace of mind in a picture from a far
 Like a satellite, Like a satellite
 Worlds apart from the natural bizarre
 Like a satellite, like a satellite
 And I say run, division has won
 I say hate, the death of debate
 I say love, a center to none
 I've heard enough
 I know how to run
 The loudest in the theater are noted
 Rewarded for their insincerity
 Subconscious expressions of futility
 Nearly satire, a parody
 And I say run, division has won
 I say hate, the death of debate
 I say love, a center to none
 I've seen enough
 I know how to run
 Peace of mind in a picture from a far
 Like a satellite lit by candlelight
 Worlds apart from the natural bizarre
 Like a satellite, like a satellite
 Expertise derived from a single read
 Feelings spewed as facts, every word believed
 Legislating language and identity
 Confining freedom of thought, freedom to be
 I say run
 I hear hate
 I miss love
 I've had enough
 I know how to run
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