| I see the free which you enslave
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| The walking which you keep chained
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| I see the growth which you keep caged
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| And I’ve seen the minds that go un-raged
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| I see the body robbed of soul
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| Just the fuel for your control
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| I see the standing knocked to their knees
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| And I’ve seen the human beings you treat
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| Like machines
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| Machinist
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| I am not, I am not
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| Machinist
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| I am not a machine
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| Machinist
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| I am, I am
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| Machinist
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| I am a human being
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| What the fuck
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| A stagnant life’s a victory
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| For the lover of life that never breeds
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| Perpetuate and obliterate
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| Those addicted to living on their knees
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| The dealers deplete you
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| Yeah dealers beat you
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| Like you’re drum without a tone
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| You’re just skin and bones
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| Until you say
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| No more, no more
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| Unlike the silent machines who won’t settle
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| The score, the score
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| Unlike the lifeless objects they want you to be
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| You want your object, well you fucking got it…
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| I could be the knife in your back
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| The noose around your neck
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| I could be the bullet running through your skull
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| But I’d rather use the force of my spoken word |
| Let our voices form the weapons
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| Our voices
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| No silence, no compliance
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| In defiance of the rape of growth |