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The sense of entitlement you've found will be your demise.

It comes down to loathing self-doubt, and lies.

Drowning in the benthic level of filth that you've hid me.

Left with nothing gained, and raped of equality.

Your constant demand for just a little bit more -

While I sit here, as your penniless whore.

This worthless system we're about to deprave.

The master makes not the slave.

You've caused your progeny to fall, yet you have no reply.

Scraping by, just to survive here - but why?

Greed has but sucked us dry - you rise while we're indebted.

Crimes against humanity surely something you abetted.

The rulers sit high upon The Exchange: "Defer their existence, and soon they will mange."

Away with the dads and away with the sons, just not the sons that belong to those ones.

Now that we've woke from that ignorant dream, the time has come to overthrow their regime.

They send out the order: the inevitable thrill; the nation left vacant with ethereal chill.

Fighting away, armed with the masses' intent - still they survive, through they're just one percent.

Unmoved by the sight that they soon will befall, they say, "Fuck you - you're just one more brick n The Wall."



Revolution against you, to which you deplore -

Leading us all to a civil war -

Because of the fucked-up system we are now to deprave.

And leading us all to an early grave.