| These tanks roll off the line
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| And though I make them, they ain’t mine
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| I make my life from sales of death
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| I feel no guilt, I’m just here to collect
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| It seems so useless to put up a fight
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| You’re on their treadmill and there’s no end in sight
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| They’ve got us trapped in dead end lives
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| No hope or promise, we fight to survive
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| Well, we see them as they see us
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| Perceptions clouded by fear and mistrust
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| We miss the point, we’re all the same
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| Each wants the other side to take all the blame
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| Nothing is sacred, nothing is clean
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| Defiled and tainted, completely obscene
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| They speak of truth with lying eyes
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| We’ve reached the level of those we despise
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| Well, men on top they roll the dice
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| They play their games and we all pay the price
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| And if the truth can set you free
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| We’re all enslaved by this hypocrisy!
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| You hear the warnings of pain, doom and strife
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| Can you imagine a fate worse than life?
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| Living this life, you live their lie
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| Live for today for tomorrow we die! |