feed the machine
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that eats up
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our lives
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churning out product,
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end result of time processed
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then sold back to us,
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and renamed convenience
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left with the notion
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of life as commodity
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hours converted to dollars
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for the benefit of
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private interest
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coerced, to reduce our options
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there is no freedom
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within this economy
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working to buy
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our time saving devices
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have we sacrificed
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more in the name of convenience
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than we stand to gain?
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eaten alive
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our blood greases the axles
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of an engine that's out of control
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this defies our nature
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we will take back
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what our masters stole
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they want you to live to work,
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work until you die
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marry and reproduce,
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more resource for them to exploit
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forget what they'd have you believe
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our lives are not their playthings
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we won't be bought and sold
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Shop Till You Drop
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| If Hope Dies |
