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Trust not the one who talk of freedom and salvation

They pull your heartstrings and make you all fools

These little lies have covered your eyes so easily

Join me, this is not a dream

Out of the shadows and into the streets

The suits will run in panic and terror

The thieves, the liars, the traitors made known

Strung up by their necks for their atrocities

Embody justice with relentless fire

Tear down their fortress with an iron-fist

There's more of us than there are of them

They'll fail in the end, they'll fall in the end

Wash your hands of the liars

Their corporate goals have no morality

Your so enraged at the black and the poor

When a man in a suit is kicking down your door

This facade you see an endless sharade

Electing leaders, electing gods

Slaves to masters and authority

The unholy powers that Be