| A spectre is rising in the world today
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| Born of disaster, fed on dismay
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| From the shackles of slavery, toil and pain
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| The people are rising to stake their claim
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| A taste of this whip is all that you’ll need
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| To keep you in line, keep you down on your knees
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| We are the bastards of mammon, we’re here to stay
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| Keep you bowing and scraping 'til your dying day
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| A spectre is rising from sea to sea
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| A global solution for a global disease
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| A spectre is rising from sea to sea
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| Divided you’re conquered — united we’re free
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| Miles above you and worlds apart
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| The bastards of mammon are playing their part
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| To fatten their bellies and hollow our hearts
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| Dystopian nightmare — war is art
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| The face of the master is the face of the whore
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| Hungry for money, always ready for more.
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| Hear him scratching just outside of your door
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| To feed on your children and conquer your shores
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| One if by land, two if by sea
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| Three when we find you, down on your knees
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| Blinded by prophets sick with disease
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| With holy irreverence, we do as we please |