Fire up the propaganda mills
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We're going in for the kill
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Just as recklessly as before
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I've seen you as you've filled the streets
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With slogans and careless poetry
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And I know how little it all means
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Bodies overflowing my front page
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Bodies crowding towards the center stage
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Bodies pile higher everyday
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Bodies all swear they got something to say
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Ringing in with what I don't care about
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I know your ego's whereabouts
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And you're too fickle for me to mind
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You see the blood that's being shed
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You raise your voice but nothing's said
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Just another body whose voice will fade
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Bodies
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| The GC5 |
