| Born, a human life into this world.
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| Dead, the sad result from disease.
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| A century of sacrifice is lost in greed.
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| In a time of massive wealth, where not one sees.
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| Chemical children are raised in the streets,
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| Their whoring mothers begging beside.
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| In prisons the riots are breeding resistance
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| The starving all seek to be fed.
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| A shit-city built on the backs of the poor
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| where the real world is buried beneath.
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| While tourists and business, partners in greed
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| devour the fruit of the land.
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| Starving and dying, assassins surround to kill them.
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| Praying for something or someone to set them free.
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| Life in Babylon, post-A.D.,
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| defined in terms of what can you do for me.
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| The world outside is full of rot,
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| so walls divide the burn of acid air, and black-cloud skies.
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| Death squads are crawling the city,
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| in search of the worthless to fill up mass graves.
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| Corrupted and careless, degrading all life
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| these cops are the killers, well-trained.
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| Millions of people stand dead at their feet,
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| begging for mercy denied.
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| Breathing pollution and slaving to eat,
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| they’re humans, but empty inside.
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| Rise, out of the slums, they seek to fight, fight to defend.
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| Nothing is left but a future of death.
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| Awaiting the poor, who starve just to breathe.
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| Breathe in the air, now they shall be reborn.
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| How can you think that our world is so good?
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| The red, white and blue blinds your eyes.
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| When everything’s fine in your white neighborhood,
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| who cares for the dying outside?
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| Forced to rebellion, uprising
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| they’re tearing through the walls of confinement, uprooted
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| The promise of a third world resistance,
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| the power is overtaken.
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| Nightfall in Sodom, it’s burning.
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| It’s time to bring it down.
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| Now the time has come at last,
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| to give back what they demand.
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| Just a chance for life, and peace far away
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| from famine and disease.
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| Power has changed across the world now,
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| It’s just the money that rules in Sodom today.
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| And the bastards that run the corporate plan,
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| will be choking on their blood when the masses make them pay. |