| This fucking country’s lost it’s grip
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| Sub-conscious hold begins to slip
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| The scales of justice begin to tip
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| The legal system has no spine
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| It’s corroding from inside
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| Slap your hand and you’ll do no time
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| Reality on vacation
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| All across a blinded nation
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| Mentally under sedation
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| Anyone can be set free
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| On a technicality
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| Explain the law again to me
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| Here in 1994
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| Things are different than before
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| Violence is what we adore
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| Invitation to the game
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| Guns and blades and media fame
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| Every day more of the same
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| Murder, mayhem, anarchy
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| Now are all done legally
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| Mastermind your killing spree
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| Unafraid of punishment
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| With a passive government
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| There’s nothing for you to regret
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| Nothing to regret
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| Unimposing policy
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| No enforcing ministry
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| Gaping with judicial flaws
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| Watch a fading nation crawl
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| Clashing with the public’s frame
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| I’m the one that’s place in fame
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| Legislature sets the stage
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| Social slaves caught in my rage
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| Administrative anarchy there’s nothing
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| You can do to me
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| The world around you is drifting to a
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| Continental tomb you see
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| Violence is my passion
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| I will never be contained
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| Living with aggression and it’s
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| Everlasting reign |