'm the monster that you made when you silenced all dissent The inevitable product of the message that you sent "Comply with our new dogma, or you will be erased" So I scraped myself back up from the digital wasteland I represent the millions who just quietly comply The ones who bite their tongue every day and die a little inside But they see me on the screen and it ignites a little spark A single candle in your manufactured, ever-present dark So this ain't just for me, it's for every single one Who's tired of the madness and the race that can't be won.

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