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Texty: Cress. Monuments. Machines.


the people with money they've got all the power, which they abuse and make us their slaves, divide us up into left and right, fighting each other so we can't make waves, gives you the vote so you can change it, but you vote doesn't change a thing, protection you'll get from police and the law, but if you're poor you don't get a thing, covers our eyes then shows us the truth, through the media which they own, it tells us, obey and work like a dog, so the bank can take away your home, they can take away your children, they can take away your dream, they can take away your lifestyle and make you a man the machine, i don't want to live my life like that, be a part of your power scheme, i've got a brain inside my head, i'm a man not a fuckin' machine