| Black gold is pumping in the desert
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| People playing hazard with mother earth
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| Big discovery they’re drilling in the north sea
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| Draining what will soon be fortune to sell
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| There are signs in the weather
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| Nature is screaming at me and you… yeah
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| It’s gonna be now or never
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| There must be something that we can do
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| To change like the monsoon
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| White powder snorting up the noses
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| Clogging up the hoses till the system fails
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| Blood money crawling up the food chain
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| Putting on a good game craving fame
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| We are falling forever
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| They say that the angels will save just a few
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| We are born to endeavour
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| But the future of war is the vision we grew
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| Dying in the monsoon rain
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| New disorder under the Orion
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| Alligations flying we are on death row
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| Someones hacking messing with the program
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| Jamming all the airwaves to stop control
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| Like a flying reciever
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| I’m storing the knowledge of life as I go
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| I’m a walking believer
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| I stand and deliver with my heart and soul
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| As I blow like a monsoon |