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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Do you ever get the feeling.. That this whole place is bull**** Wishing to run away But they even own the wilderness Sick of all the f***ing lies And fed up with the politics Watch them turn an eye And smile in their corruption Swallow up those stupid pills Let them tell us You’re mentally ill They close your mind By design, they want to keep us clouded Sold us on some cigarettes A pack of death filled with more They’ll watch us die every time Just to secure a profit Keep us eating sh**ty food Shit they know is cancerous Keep us on the dollar meal Got us on a sugar rush Exploiting natural weakness They’d rather see us big as hell And dying because we’re worthless Selling us on the short run No model for the long one Gladly buy your company up and strip it of its assets Crooked ass bankers Rolling on some dividends Conned us on a credit score Fake money that burns us Buy a house and the bubble bursts Now they watch us homeless Out of house and likely work What exactly made us deserve this Wars that will never end Eating all the budget up Instead of finding tool of peace They lean on holocausts Phony prophets suck us in And rob us of our justice They want us to sell our souls And settle for corruption Telling us to pay it up So your church can turn a profit And when we rise They shut us down And murder us in secret Or lock us up in a jail That likely makes a profit Cash is king so they say But to us it should be worthless Search our soul Raise our voice Free our land of injustice
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