Cold and rapacious we rule it all
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The demon crushing your chest
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We watch your despair, your struggle of life
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We bet on who's coming best
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Increasing our fortune, choking your breath
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Living on our Cockaigne
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We steal from the poor to feed on the rich
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With caviar, diamonds, champagne
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We are sucking your life and your blood
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War, the bloody lucrative tool
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To work on your doubts and fear
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Gold, we sold our souls onto
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The greedy and cold profiteer
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Ruling the world with a stick and a carrot
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Slavery's our believe
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Juggle with intrigues, justice is blind
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Never giving reprieve
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Brothers in arms, your arm feels the needle
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The poison injecting the fear
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We render homage to the evil inside us
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The demon, the cold profiteer
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[Pre...]
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[Chorus...]
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We take what we get to get what it takes
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To work on your doubts and fear
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"Gimme the headline, I'll give you the war"
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The greedy and cold profiteer
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The Brotherhood
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| Running Wild |
