word to the corperate bosses and the future elite
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a simple message from us to you to bring before your master's feet
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written in the blood of the meek of this earth
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the ones you'll climb upon to gain the rights of your birth
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(chorus)
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there's millstones in your future
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bleached bones and gnashing teeth
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tombstones coming soon
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you sold us out...you sold us out
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sold us out, saw the future, turned your head, death's distibuter
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the gifts that you bring us, they thrill and numb the mind
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our downfall awaits us at the end of your assembly line
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your poisons and your brews, they rock us in our sleep
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but one day you will find that the exploited aren't cheap
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(chorus)
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your lust you've named holy, you've sactified you greed
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behold now your disciples, on you they wait to feed
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survival of the fittest, to some it may appeal
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'til the God of the weak and broken closes every deal
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(chorus)
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Millstone Co.
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| Crashdog |
