| The workers all march to the beat of the drum
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| Their spirits are broken, they have nowhere to run
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| They dream of courage and a loaded gun
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| But the slaves all know, they better bite their tongue
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| Track marks across the planet
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| Are there any veins left for them to infect?
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| They would kill one another just to disconnect
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| Three cheers for desperation
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| God bless the godforsaken
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| We will arm them to the teeth
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| To fight, to fight the war on peace
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| All love is lost, so carry the cross
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| 'Cause there’s no human in us left, we are music made for the deaf
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| They play a game that they know they’ll never win
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| Sick and tired of the world they’re living in
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| The messiah showed up high on heroin, on heroin
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| The workers all march to the beat of the drum
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| They fell into the trap, taken one by one
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| The medicine is poison, but it makes them numb
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| 'Cause all that they feel is pain and regret
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| Existence is just something they would rather forget
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| Three cheers for desperation
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| God bless the godforsaken
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| We will arm them to the teeth
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| To fight, to fight the war on peace
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| All love is lost, so carry the cross
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| 'Cause there’s no human in us left, we are music made for the deaf
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| They play a game that they know they’ll never win
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| Sick and tired of the world they’re living in
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| The messiah showed up high on heroin, on heroin
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| Is this freedom?
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| Is this the life you chose?
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| If this is living the dream
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| We’ve hit an all-time low
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| All love is lost, so carry the cross
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| 'Cause there’s no human in us left, we are music made for the deaf
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| They play a game that they know they’ll never win
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| Sick and tired of the world they’re living in
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| The messiah showed up high on heroin, on heroin |