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Fury For the Masses Iv

Weapons of mass destruction a time for mass production this is the way the world will end in silence, this is the way the world is ending in violence chaos, religion, and super media stars in a new world order of electric cars and topless bars fury for the masses shatter the hourglass as shadows are coming to pass move foundations of rot Lord of the despair hear the fury the fury for the Masses See them pave the fields of gold, green, and dreams in blacktop for a parking lot. Poverty-stricken housing built on the backs of… Our Native Son. First Nations run… The first man of this land. Time will watch seasons come As the money will burn out running out of time out of sanity to watch this landscape escape from light of morals let reality fade, resting on one laurels burning the flame, all there is shame break the rock shattering of the tower fury for the masses feeling the power. Swing the hammer watch it strike fire, fly into a bright brilliant sky, desire money for the need, the need of the masses This is the way the world will end maybe in microbes or strip malls? This is the way the world is ending in the Power of Greed and entropy... Lock and load the weapons of mass chaos feel the bright sun explode Reflecting in eyes gleaming watch the bomb come as a cloud of death rises watch the mother pray Fury for the masses. Money for the need the need for speed watch oblivion coming watch the union of families breaking down watch the government crumble in all its technicolor shades the hope of the poor a better life dream, decaying lock and load let the guns explode Lockstep to the Government food chains a world blinded by a kingdom of fools hate rules, a child cries Fury for the masses this is the way YOUR world will end…

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