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Where can we go without them following our footsteps? (It's a crime, you know, an unwelcome shadow) And how can we hide when we have no privacy left? (Every move that we make, is another survey) They've taken it all away Tell me what's left to save when we're only dust among a den of liars Tell me who's left to trust, when we're always dust among a den of liars What's the price for making up our own minds? (We're imprinted with doubt, a consequence for speaking out) And who's to blame if we sit back and take a beating? (Well, we cast ourselves again, to play the victim) They've taken us all away Tell me what's left to save when we're only dust among a den of liars Tell me who's left to trust, when we're always dust among a den of liars We were barely teething We were just a rung upon their ladder And as our youth was fleeting, we were sent off into battle We became just like pawns and yet we still weaved our way to the queen Because when they spoon-fed us only lies We weren't listening Tell me what's left to save when we're only dust among a den of liars Tell me who's left to trust, when we're always dust among a den of liars