Business rules where human tools reside
chase the piece of dangling dream provided
work to death to lose your sense of direction
while the men the rest on top
use us as a prop
for as long as we will let them set the course
what we gonna do about all of this inaction?
how we gonna save ourselves if we don't change our minds?
tired bones watch electable clones chase celebrity
with stacks of cash that bought their shot at fame
human doom is looming and it's impending
we don't feel for you
we can't afford to
we're waging war
spend my life just watching time and chasing cattle
time has come to rise hum rise for this battle
truth is hard to find inside of the land of bullshit propoganda

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