Normal people suffocate you till your last breath
They clutter footpaths,
Down the way in Oceania,
night is day
there ain't
On this hollow earth
In this empty space
We all dance to
I want you to get up, go to the window,
from the cadillac soup-kitchens
to the impovserished boardrooms
this orwellian n
whats happening to me?
i feel my self giving in
letting
Can't afford to feed myself
Can't afford to breathe
Can't afford to
I will cheat like a politician
I will lie like the
I got a notion but the notion is wrong.
I
In the secret halls they made
With violence as their trade
Behind
I see no signs of life
I see no easy cure
No
you like some food
but none of that spicy stuff
you like
you wake in the morning, but you're hard to find
a
Cowards and Heroes,
listen my friends.
If you have money
i hear the rumble of this town
and i know it
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