| Yes, its the year five hundred and eleven
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| Undead empire versus adequate seven
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| The power elite existence is real
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| Thriving on the passive, clouds over what we feel
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| A common aim: subvert establishment
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| Blood for your gain is the message being sent
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| All hope is lost and with no way out
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| Buried alive unless we voice the doubt
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| Illusion of our progress doesn’t seem so new at all
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| The order becomes stronger and its soothing as we fall
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| Struggle from your hold upon the mind of the oppressed
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| Counterculture of dissent continues without rest
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| Times have changed but some have changed more than most
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| Humans in the world are borken by the ghost
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| Shocking past, but with principles the same
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| As many people die and its gotta new name
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| There’s a wealth few, necessarily content
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| But blood for your gain is the message being sent
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| Understand that some people have no choice
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| Wake your consciousness and realise your voice
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| As long as I stay silent
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| You’re acting in my name
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| We’ll rise above the violence
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| Let my perceptions change
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| As long as I stay silent
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| You’re acting in my name
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| This lack of compassion for your own benefit
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| And the sake of corporate gain
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| Stop this |