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Economic corrupting, the devastated and the bold,
The young and perverted, wrong but concerted, devoted but insensible,
We see right around your blatant lies, your cheap truth and attempts to hypnotize,
I’d like to see you try your luck, we don’t think you’ll have much luck
Anxiety, uncertainty, from what you have ruined,
There’ll be blood on the streets I predict very soon and,
There’s not a way in this shit hole to solve it
We’ve got juveniles, drawn into a repressed life,
Miserable and tired, from hating everyone and thing in sight,
Their minds have gone astray, from the real difference between wrong and right
The converting of the disbelieved, wars contradict the unity,
Your ammunition and violence merely shows your lack of intelligence,
I am your mechanical god, I am your fucking saint,
I’ll show you the way to happiness, but for now you’re gonna have to wait
Anxiety, uncertainty from what you have ruined,
There’ll be blood on the streets I predict very soon and,
There’s not a way in this shit hole to solve it
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