| An alchemy, human alchemy
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| We stole them from their
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| Freedom to be sold
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| To turn their skins of black
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| Into the skins of brightest gold
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| An alchemy, human alchemy
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| We stoked the fires of trade
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| With human coals
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| And made our purses
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| From the flailed skins of purest souls
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| An alchemy, human alchemy
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| Other lands became a larder full of all the good things
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| All we had to do was go and take
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| Blood, the color of the rain that grew our wicked harvest
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| Black, the color icing on our cake
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| An alchemy, human alchemy
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| Other lands became a larder full of all the good things
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| All we had to do was go and take
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| Blood, the color of the rain that grew our wicked harvest
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| Black, the color icing on our cake
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| We stole their babes and mothers
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| Chiefs and braves
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| Although we held the whip
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| You knew we were the real slaves
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| To alchemy, human alchemy
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| Alchemy, human alchemy
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| An alchemy, human alchemy
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| Alchemy, human alchemy
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| Alchemy, human alchemy
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| Human, human alchemy |