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Cut the skin to the bone, Poverty in malevolence sleeps alone, In a glass case, Of hallowed prayers, Smiles break and souls bleed, In the trepidation of corrupted lies, Taste it on your tongue, And look me in the eye, In your arms a child dies, Egotism soaks into the Earth, A mother of six gives birth, Yet the blessing is taken away, Life and death in a day, Dying for deliverance, From the country that stands by, She kisses the hand of God, As her baby begins to cry, Multi-media reflections of despair, Pleas for an easier life, But no one cares, 'Yer it'll never happen here,' They turn their backs, And several generations disappear, Taste it on your tongue, This has only just begun, Fatality by the bullet, From your own gun, Evoking a war against a guild, A democracy we helped build, Indulging in a cocaine addiction, Power; humanity's worse affliction, Millions fallen to this reign, Have we lost what is sane? A mind we confide, hide, ride, The epic trivia over the news, Lose, confuse, abuse, Propaganda; normality's awful grave, Save and enslave, Day after day, Serving the fascists who made us this way. Taste it on your tongue, True heroes remain unsung.
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