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I see it in their faces, below the veil of peace. |
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The twisted mask of slavery, all free will deceased. |
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Their words they tell me nothing, smoke screen conceals the lies. |
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Carbon copied acquiescence, faceless suit and tie. |
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Crawl back in your holes, when the work day's through... |
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One cog in the machine, the machine runs you... |
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The soul it burns for fuel. |
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Mass exploitation and riches for the few. |
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Christ of modern culture, work away the sin, sleep away the anger, work day soon begins. |
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Crawl back in your holes, when the work day's through... |
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One cog in the machine, the machine runs you... |
