| priests, sheikhs, politicians
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| people of power so called elite
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| concrete high-rise institutions
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| corporate strength to spin deceit
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| there’s a place where they all gather
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| a place set aside all nice and neat
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| inside networks on the pipeline
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| where uncle sam has a front row seat
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| how can you fall asleep, when the world’s on fire
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| how can you fall asleep, under a thousand eyes
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| as they’re watching you and everything you desire
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| how can you rest beneath these satellites
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| every step, every step you take
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| they’ll be there, wide awake
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| unblinking eyes of endless grey
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| this is our surveillance state
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| every day, every call you make
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| they’ll be there, to run a trace
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| every number, every face
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| this is our surveillance state
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| every day, every day you face
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| try to push try to stay awake
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| are you live or are you safe
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| this is our surveillance state
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| how can you fall asleep, when the world’s on fire
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| how can you turn your back and just deny
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| that they’re listening when you’re burning up the wires
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| how can you rest beneath these satellites |