There's a shotgun resting against your head
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Pull the trigger and you're one amongst a billion walking dead
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You're a puppet and we're gonna pull your strings
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Corporate Gods and Manufacturers of all your
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Kings, Queens and Jesters are tools for molesters
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Who rape with persistence your will and resistance
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Your submission
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Something you shouldn't allow
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Your decision
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I am your God right now
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And before me you bow
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You're a lab rat locked up in a cage
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We're always watching, taking notes and setting up the stage
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And when the rodent is hungry for some cheese
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We will give you what you want but first you have to
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Please us, appease us, your designer Jesus
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Says do what I tell you and buy what I sell you
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Submission
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| Dust to Dust |
