| Turn your back and take a look
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| At what the world is really like
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| What is there for you and I?
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| Burn the candle at both ends
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| The options growing few
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| Something’s wrong, don’t pretend
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| Mounting pressure, social breakdown
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| A dying planet
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| Revolution, mass uprising
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| We’re begging for it
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| Live for us, or live for them
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| The worker is the key
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| Shut outside, with no defense
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| Sweat and blood, for days and years
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| , more to life than wealth and war?
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| The force of life, is dead of thirst
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| Golden years have turned to rust
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| Our spirits crushed, our bodies bleed, our throats are cut
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| And dreams of better times have turned to dust
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| For the last time, can you fuck off and die?
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| You made this world and killed it
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| So rich that your cash has made you blind
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| You don’t give a fuck about us
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| My patience is too thin to try
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| Your kind was made to suffer
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| By powers we hold in time, your life will soon be over
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| Our lives determined by the system’s needs
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| Lost inside its cold machinery
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| Fucked for life, because the base is paved
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| We whore ourselves out for a daily wage
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| For the last time, can you fuck off and die?
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| You made this world and killed it
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| So rich that your cash has made you blind
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| You don’t give a fuck about us
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| My patience is too thin to try
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| Your kind was made to suffer
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| By powers we hold in time, your life will soon be over
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| Laughing at the children by their feet
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| Their greed can turn such innocence to meat
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| Your contract signed, and with no mind to feed
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| The masses slave it while the masters feast… they feast!
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| The sources of their lies, are hidden in the past
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| The essence of the truth, lies dead in the aftermath
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| Find another way, before the cause is lost
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| Pull yourself up, and we’ll fight together
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| With us or not, there are no in-betweens
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| Try and think fast, or you won’t be breathing
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| From this point, the only way is up
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| Time is running out, the door is slamming shut
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| The burden of the cost, may be too much
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| It takes a lot of lives, just to break the cycle
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| It takes a lot of hate, and takes a lot of luck
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| The sooner it’s all done, we can finally say we’re free
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| Burning… our consciousness
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| The fire… is spreading
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| The challenge… is waiting |