The blameless are succumbing
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To the ravages of warfare
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Built upon capitol and greed
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The lords of corruption leave their people
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To rot in the gore-riddened streets of chaos
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Education, employment and health, all stolen
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From the hands that deteriorate at the flesh
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The slaving clench their fists
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Pleading and praying for a redesigned future
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As they reach the brink of renouncement
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Dreading to open the mouth
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And spill the words of loathing
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For with this tongue will only bring execution
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Hundreds upon thousands
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All damned at the dawning of life,
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All damned at the opening day of birth.
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The manufactured gods detach these withered bodies
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And sell the land to the highest bidder
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Of the corporate elite
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With death comes revenue, piles of profit and wealth
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All generated in blood.
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The blameless are succumbing
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To the ravages of warfare
|
Built upon capitol and greed
|
The lords of corruption leave their people
|
To rot in the gore-riddened streets of chaos
|
Education, employment and health,
|
All stolen from the hands that deteriorate at the flesh
|
The slaving clench their fists pleading and praying
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For a redesigned future as
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They reach the brink of renouncement
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Hundreds upon thousands
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All damned at the dawning of life,
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All damned at the opening day of birth
|
Hundreds upon thousands
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All damned at the dawning of life,
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All damned at the opening day of birth
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Hundreds upon thousands
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All damned at the dawning of life,
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All damned at the opening day of birth
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The manufactured gods
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Detach these withered bodies
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And sell the land to the
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Highest bidder of the corporate elite
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With death comes revenue,
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Piles of profit and wealth
|
All generated in blood
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Piles of profit and wealth
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All generated in blood
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Piles of profit
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All generated in blood.
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Lords Of Chaos
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| Job For A Cowboy |
