| They see the automation and they will not default
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| We accept these devious schemes because there are no morals in this economy
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| No heart
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| Polish up the nightmare and call it the american dream
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| Blood runs from your sockets and fills their pockets
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| They laugh while we scream
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| They see the automation and they will not default
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| We accept these devious schemes because there are no morals in this economy
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| Wait wait wait wait, your placation is your grave
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| Facade, facade, just look at his body
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| He is broken, serving jihad
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| Appease god?
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| Oh please god, your young feed the flames of the firing squad
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| They see the automation and they will not default
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| We accept these devious schemes because there are no morals in this economy
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| Wait wait wait wait, your placation is your grave
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| No morals
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| I can’t stand to see you die, so follow me into this fight
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| Sound check, can they hear the drums that we sing to now play new beats?
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| Follow me with arms tonight |