| Outside your gated homes
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| The world begins where your street ends
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| Yet in time, your demons will come crawling back
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| Praise God for what you have in life
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| For your wealth is as hollow as the heart you hold inside
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| A nightmare in three dimensions
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| This opulence embraced by man
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| Reapers of the peasant’s harvest
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| Gorging on the fat of the land
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| Caged in worldly mansions
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| Picking vassals out from the poor
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| Worship at the altar of avarice
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| Where Bourgeois man is born
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| As dead men walking spoiled earth
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| Who spend their shining coffers dry
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| With thirst never quenched nor quelled
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| …You ever think to question «why»?
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| Outside your window of comfort
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| It’s like night of the living dead
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| For each dime you bleed from another
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| The stench of your poverty spreads
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| Defining the world in equations
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| Commodity prices and fees
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| You see other humans as cattle
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| To service the gluttonous beast
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| A werewolf’s banquet
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| Of ostentatious parody
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| Masquerading fortunes
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| Amassed through servility
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| As you eat them alive… now meet your slaves
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| Gomorrah caving in, on your precious homes
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| Four walls falling fast… |