I, Apparatus - Botany | Текст песни

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• I, Apparatus
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On the surface
There is nothing wrong with success
But I have found
It only makes a mess of man.
It makes them greenback loving whores
The greatest thing that I deplore
You are mankind’s one last sickness
The greatest plague that I know
Bring back, the iron coin,
End this corporate greed,
You are your own ethanol.
This tree needs a tyrant, this tree needs a tyrant to go.
And If we truly reap what we sow
Then mankind can never really grow.
Take these words, to your grave,
Humanity is what I live for.

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