On shift from 9 to 5 then from 6 to 3 steals the soul
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machine forever tuning
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class rebellion under noses the boss is feeding on the living corpses
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their broken backs call for us to rise
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but for now we'll all just smile and sympathize
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denied movement now lost replaced by fear
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we ask nothing less then settle for nothing more
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behold the capitalists bathing in the blood of the working class
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martyrs bleed until spoken to
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vultures get fat from the harness coup
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revolution another empty promise of the leftist elite
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frustration another soul is crushed under the rulers feet
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and as the boot is forced into their teeth our safety is their defeat
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your station has been assigned your rebellion will be confined
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tired doctrines killing just as many as he leaders they decry
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their backs all well patted
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for a job well done without the use of their spines
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callused hands and drying hearts
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rise up and destroy the disease that stole your soul
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The Force Majeure
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| Boy Sets Fire |
