| Who does the earth belong to?
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| The human termites spreading lies
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| The people have to make a decision
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| But they’re too busy dying to realize
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| Who controls their future
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| And money flows above their heads
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| Just give them all a chance to make contact
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| And the last ones shall rise up to seek revenge
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| There was a time, when the weak would suffer
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| The ones in power would crush all who dissent
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| Just look around, because nothing’s changed
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| No longer kings, they wear a suit and tie
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| Those who survive, have no conviction
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| Just follow trends, until they’re born again
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| So who will live, and who will die?
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| It’s up to us to carry on the fight
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| Rising up, from the ashes to the challenge
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| Face to face, it’s not too late to start resisting
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| All around; |
| we have a chance to change the world
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| Believe in us, tomorrow’s dreams are fire in our blood
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| Bred to buy, not to think
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| Tell more lies, make them weak
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| Nothing’s real, except the mindset you’ve created
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| To the left, avoid the path that they’ve been paving
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| Mainstream lies, unleashed through waves that mold behavior
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| We’ve had enough, their greedy fucking system’s going down
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| Bred to buy, not to think
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| Tell more lies, make them weak
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| Without hesitation, I will kick the TV in
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| Sick of all these fuckers with their Prozac grins
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| Always selling shit, that no one wants or needs
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| Choking up the planet with their get rich schemes
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| A mediated world, what a sick reality
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| Wake the fuck up, smell the shit, then you will see
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| What’s good for them isn’t good for everyone
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| The future starts now, for a past yet to come
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| Just ask them one question and they’ll tell you fifteen lies
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| They’re Judas, Hitler, Stalin, and Brutus all combined
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| The world is false-constructed to satisfy their needs
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| If we keep obeying orders, we’re like lambs to the slaughter for their feast
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| Handed down, the final call
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| Rise to fight, destroy them all
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| It’s too late to accomodate
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| The game is lost, because no one is thinking
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| Born with a chance to facilitate the end of a time that’s defined by hypocrisy
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| Just like rats they will multiply, and run with the pack without ever seeing
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| Out of the womb to be crucified, we challenge the doctrine they’ve been
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| preaching |