This song is censored by Bugbear Intertaiment for FlatOut: Ultimate Carnage Words: "fuck" and "shit" is censored and speed up.
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Strange, there's comfort in lies Ways, for you to get by
I can feel your pain I can hear you breaking All your hopes and fears are here for the taking
They need you, but they don't give a **ck about They bleed you, but they don't give a **ck about They feed you the lies, you want to hear it But they don't care
They say shit, but they don't give a **ck about They play shit, but they don't give a **ck about They fake shit, and say they really wanna But they don't care
Fame, you follow it blind You're shamed, if not with your kind
And all the knowledge in the world couldn't save you from it All your ignorance is bliss and that's the way they want it And they will label a traitor if you speak out of turn Ain't got no rights, if you fight at the stake you will burn
The novelty of your freedom it doesn't even exist You're just a slave to the wage, you're just a hand over fist You ain't got nothin but bluffin, front and try to break out You're just a pawn, and they don't give a **ck about
They need you, but not your opinion They'll say what you want, but they don't care