| The hammer slams to your heartbeat
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| Who’s the master who’s your guide?
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| Systems inbred and perverted
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| Advertising selling lies
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| Clock keeps ticking till it’s over
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| Someone’s standing in your line
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| Grabbing hands are on the table
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| Feed. |
| Consume. |
| Until you die
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| Work
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| Work
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| Work
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| Work
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| We’re lost inside metropolis
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| Work, work
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| We’re lost inside metropolis
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| The judge between our hand
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| Our brain most be the heart
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| The mind is trained to be stable
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| Swallowing constructed lies
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| Constant noise keeps you from dreaming
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| There’s no place for you to hide
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| Can we remember where we come from
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| When the walls are painted grey
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| All the colors that we long for
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| Guarded outside of our cage
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| Work
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| Work
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| We’re lost inside metropolis
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| Work, work
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| We’re lost inside metropolis
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| The judge between our hand
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| Our brain most be the heart
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| (Work)
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| Work
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| We’re lost inside metropolis
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| Work, work
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| We’re lost inside metropolis
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| The judge between our hand
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| Our brain most be the heart
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| We’re lost inside metropolis
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| Work, work
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| We’re lost inside metropolis
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| The judge between our hand
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| Our brain most be the heart
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| Work, work
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| Work, work |