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You’ve killed us all
That could live forever inside us
Our mind is dead
And our flesh is your tool now

Our minds are full of money
We are empty inside
Consume or die
You have no right to make your choice

The first reason
If you're not agree
Becoming the ruck
*I’m not like others*
In truth you are the copypaster
Ctrl+C, Ctrl+V
Ctrl+C, Ctrl+V

Open your eyes, there is nothing you can change
Look at those people, cut the line
How can we survive likе that?
Is this the progress?
Money and control, monеy and control
We are falling in abyss of misery

Shut your mouth
Shut your fucking mouth
Don’t listen to them
Your brains are washed
Look at the upside
You’re just another gear in this tight machine of harvest

Your life is ones and zeros
Our digital souls are money slaves
Your barcode is inside your heart
A simple command to delete will wipe all your have and all you dreamed

We’re victims of black gold wars
Losing our place in this world being stylish in degradation