| Disaster on disaster approaches
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| In such a degree, it has become
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| Just another story
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| World society has turned his back against those in need
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| Because his eyes are watching the stocks
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| We are dead, enslaved in mind and soul
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| With an expressionless face, we go to work.
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| What we do, we do for ourselves.
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| Your worries and struggles
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| Won’t get us down
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| Money is what we hunger for.
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| It is in our blood, it runs through our veins
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| Our bastards are ruling, but soon we’ll let go
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| And bomb their empires into democracy.
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| Oil is our payment blood is the medium
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| As soon as the pipe is secured we’ll take our leave
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| In our industry, minerals are found,
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| With the origin from Africa’s cellars
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| Lives are lost, but for what cause
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| The satisfaction of greed?
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| If that is the case
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| Greed has triumphed
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| And is currently gloating over humanity
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| We are what we have conquered |