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• Tribal Machine
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Look at the desert and the edge of the dawn.
Where are you taking us, Mr. Corporation?
We are the children of your brands, is the father full of pride?
You sold us a future for a buck ninety-five.
We know you don't like us talking.
You'd rather us mute as stone as long as we're wearing your shoes and cologne.
You know your days are numbered, can you feel them in this song?
See, we know your weakness we've known it all along.

But where would you be without my institutions of wealth?
I own your schools, your countries, the fashions you choose and the thoughts in your own head. It is you who is the virus, with your short life spans, and frail bodies.
I can live forever. And isn't that so interesting? How I am made of millions of you?
So perhaps the battle you wish to wage should be started with a mirror.

What have you done? What have you done? You have obscured the sun to a standing ovation, Mr. Corporation.
You’ve taken control, you've taken control. We were asleep at the wheel.
To sleep is to dream. And to wake is to scream.

And so with a sleeping world deep in its own dreams, the night is born.
Attendance; mandatory. Dissent; noted and marginalized.
Those of you with thoughts of your own, you may now surrender them;
to your televisions, to your computers, to your school, to your local corporation.

And so it begins; the battle for control.
At first, you'll be young and full of energy, but I'll distract you with moving pictures.
And then, you'll go to my school, where I'll indoctrinate you, and later, you'll work for me.
And by the end of it all, you'll be too tired to defeat me.

We need you to sell your soul it's how we maintain control

So that's why you do it

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