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1. Deception 2. November 4th 2004 3. Racial Bureaucracy 4. Dead City  les paroles |
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1. Deception
14 million spent, 49 times, as my friends die, for your bullshit war, you sit on your ass. While others suffer. I can't believe how high your idiocy soars, bombs are dropped on the innocent. Act like nothing's wrong. It's your fault so many are in the ground. You Don't give a shit about any of us. The war on terrorism, A sick fucking joke. It takes thousands of deaths for you to do anything at all. Decieved by our Leaders. I hope you choke Mother Fucker. Hope you choke on the blood of the innocent that you've spilt in this bullshit fucking war.
2. November 4th 2004
lies...lies run rampant
hypocrisy.. runs rampant
weapons of mass distraction
the slaughter of thousands
everyone is the enemy
unknown death tolls rise by the seconds
fueled by fear, fueled by hate, fueled by greed
human flesh still burning by white bombs of deciete
a hidden massacre, the mass media refused to report
the innocent are punished, children screaming in torment
victims of circumstance, aid is denied, hospitals are destroyed people struck down by men in suits who think they can play god.
3. Racial Bureaucracy
the country's dire need, turned away, poverty runs through the streets, because of your own greed, Youv'e been accused but you denied it all Only wanted 7 fucking figures. None of this matters now, 3rd world politics on our soil. Admendments destroyed, People dead on the streets, Cival liberties are smashed, people dead on the streets. Nazi techniques used by our police, taskforce bullshit beating us to our knees, why should you care? theres no money here
4. Dead City
Losing my mind, no hope to be found, I'm losing my mind, in this city of filth, a city once proud, now full of fakes and liars. Too much talk and not enough action, once a city of dreams, now a city of slime. Destined to rot, real problems are set aside, while you pigs line your fucking pockets, as our home...DIES! People have turned to crime, just to get by, now I have to watch my back, we blame you for all this mess, bar ridden streets unemployment at its highest, let the big names roll over us. At the cost of the working class, now the city is dead, the youth leave by the hundreds, our fucking city is dead. Expect us to live on minimum fucking wage, while industry is on its deathbed.
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