Oh how I dare to be the words that breed conspiracy
The church of poverty consecrating the host of their parasite
Sweet sweet irony radiating through the rotten dog-tooth masonry
Beat you to a bloody pulp, to get my unemployment benefit
Working for a living, even if I take your life instead
So it may come to your surprise
That my death is as worthless as my life
Maybe drop some cents on me wishing well
Begging and choosing is all I do before the market rings the closing bell
All bets are off, flameforests is all that’s left
What a rush, what a golden theft
Pumpguns to their head, an act of freedom to be oppressed
The rifts are closing to the center, the rifts are closing to the center
Bodies dragged to be shared and dismembered, I come to the conclusion that communism probably found it’s purest contender
The art of making trillions out of billions
Flip the pyramid upside-down so it can finally trickle down, let it all trickle down
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