| The heart beats a finite number of times
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| It’s concrete, but who decides?
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| It’s my will, my urge, my search, my curse
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| To castrate, dominate, control and negate
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| And when I’ve sucked out all there is
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| Your memory will be your bridge
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| Conduct your wars against invisible enemies
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| You don’t represent me, rally support
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| Use the media channels you maintain like open veins
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| Those who stay outside, they froze
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| Re-ignite the blaze that’s old
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| Bring the oil online and bring it home
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| Well you can try and refuse and dismiss all
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| You wish but you cannot deny it is out of control
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| Burn your world, sing my songs
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| Sell your kids, take the brunt
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| Burn your world, sew my Nikes
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| Eat my shit, take the Brunt
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| Great deceivers, white hillbilly caesars
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| Thinkers in your own world don’t trust you either
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| Snuff more de-valued lives for oil
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| Infidel troops on so-called holy soil
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| Slogan-shrieking bombers, lethal commerce
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| And stalked peace offers for profits
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| Acceptable losses with no tribunals and no due process
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| It’s out of control
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| Burn your world, sing my songs
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| Sell your kids, take the brunt
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| Burn your world, sew my Nikes
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| Eat my shit, take the Brunt |