Twelve Tribes

Twelve Tribes - Backburner lyrics

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Praise the new drug! 

Your routine is the latest trend 

And you're wearing your enslavement 

Like a prescription fashion statement 

Hallelujah! 

Your progress has been projected 

To crash into this glass ceiling and burn 



When this process fits you it will possess you 

To reinvent the individualist 



'Cause we are the living dead 

Dreams fall apart into pieces 

Before you know it, you've lost them 

The dream has long been forgotten 

The dream is dead 

You've reached a new low 



When this process fits you it will possess you 

To reinvent the individualist 



'Cause we are the living dead 

Who fear not of man or God 

Raise yourself up from the dead 

So far you've been useless 



Dreams fall apart 

Reinvent
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Language: English

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