Trading floors exploded, down arrows, red numbers
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People losing everything, convinced that their world was ending, no small thanks to a lotta chest thumping
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And paranoia, but thats a sensitive topic
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Cause on one hand homie lost his home, on the other hand, the ones who caused it go in and post record profits
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That was just the tip of it, the icebergs vanished, species vanished daily
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Countries literally drowning, under the threat of an ecosystem failing
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To cope, gave us enough rope, we were swaying by the days end
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Big business dollars bought slaves, blind eyes, coastlines, goldmines of ambivalence, digging our own graves then
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No lie, oil fell from the sky, suffocated oceans blackened
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Eyes of the world on a room of conspirators, not one knew what happened
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Not one stood and hacked it, noone took blame
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Global crisis justified for private gain a world insane (that's what it is to be a slave
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Every city
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In every building
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Sits another like me
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Watching, waiting, watching, waiting
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They pushed us, tested our indifference, just to see how far they could milk it
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And its funny cause the ones with the money didn't care long as it was the one without who felt it
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Ha, they felt it alright, for lifetimes across all borders
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Smooth talkers, cold blooded, exploit it, export it
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My generation, was caught between caring more than all that came before us
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And a self induced apathy that almost tore us, destroyed us and brought us
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To the brink, then we stopped to think, its crazy in age where
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We could drop bombs via satellite we were too blind to the forces at play there, to stand up against their
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Willpower, to quick to cower in the face of conglomerates
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And as the world hung there in the balance, enough said enough is enough about time we put a stop to this
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Straw by straw till they had a haystack, only took one more
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To break the cycle, united took to the streets, to the halls of power, to the governments doors
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Every city
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In every building
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Sits another like me
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Watching, waiting, watching, waiting
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Every city
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In every building
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Sits another like me
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Watching, waiting, watching, waiting
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It's all a numbers game, but all the corporate wallet flashes
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Of financial strength couldn't counter the power of the masses
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When it came to the crunch, when the lust and greed threatened everything we love
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Divided they had us but fuck that man, push came to shove
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And we beat the fucking cowards back, and under a shining sun
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Showed we could silence their influence, but try as they might they couldn't silence love
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Can't silence love, let history shown how hard that war was won
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So we may never know how close we'd really come, how close we'd really come
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Quite an experience to live in fear isn't it?
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That's what it is to be a slave
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Numbers Game
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