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Mother of god
what have they done?
I can only stumble around in fear.
They've pulled it off with 5 years
and 10 million dollars.

Pulling the teeth of undesirables
with rusty claws
scratching out their gums.
But the blood is on the hands
of the victims.

The blood is on the hands of the victims.
Robots of morality claim
justice from the sky.

Mass media fed jargon
fed jargon to feed us...
we've been misinformed.
The CEO's have claimed us
have claimed our lives
have claimed our destinies
with their power (they've got us.)

Depopulation.
Reeking sweet genocide.
Moralizing.
Reeking genocide.

Endangering alternative lifestyles
with their greed, with their concoction
and we can't do a thing about it
except stumble around in fear
of what we do or touch
of what we think or know
of who we are.

Depopulating.
Reeking sweet genocide.
Moralizing.
Waiting to die.

Perfection of the fine art of population control
and all we can do is just bite our nails away.

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