| Subliminal propaganda, corporate theft, no conscience left
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| Is there something wrong in the land of the freak?
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| Behind the so-called ideals, shameful and odious lies
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| Chromed scum, masters in disguise selling shreds of paradise
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| They twist laws, crawl in marble gutters
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| Playing with lives like they juggle with numbers
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| Some people rob us with a fountain pen
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| Even worst: we’re helpless when such things happen
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| Oh! |
| They surely do it with standing and grandeur
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| Criminal measures wrapped in golden words
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| Should we applause their falsity and their tax-free philanthropy?
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| Yes I wanna be politically incorrect
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| And plunge my fingers deep in the unscarred wounds
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| Medias can spread their praises, don’t give a damn
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| I won’t pay a facelift to the gruesome minds
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| What’s the gist of this joke? |
| We’re forced fed with illusions!
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| Mesmerized mass, stuck in a rut, caught in a web, paralysed
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| Broken hope, downhill slope, slow decay, corruption’s heydays
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| So many struggles to strangle the witnesses…
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| Too many sickening truths in confidential reports…
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| So many reasons to burn the compromising proofs…
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| So much dishonesty rightfully breeds contempt
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| Overthrown democracies, moral bankruptcies
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| Falsified archives, a jigsaw puzzle to analyse
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| Contradictory information, a labyrinth of deforming mirrors
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| Suspicion is not dissidence; |
| it’s a right we must all claim
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| Listen to my blazing diatribe, my desperate anthem
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| Here and now my revolt growls
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| As I spew sick rhymes for a troubled world
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| The explosive chronicle of an epoch of silent wrath
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| A tragedy tattooed in the back of a blind |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Consortium Y2k , by - Blinded By Faith. Song from the album Weapons of Mass Distraction, in the genre