PIGS!
You're not the exception, it's just a frame,
but when knees are soaked in greed there's not better place to stay.
Neck is breaking under the pressure of illusion;
relentless it grows, and tearing apart the stones!
Bring your I.d. they don't know who the fuck you are,
it's a creepy inertia that burrows through a man with a faceless price and you'll never know how little you're worth.
you'll never know how little you're worth,
And this minimum wage is the brother of death and of all desires.
'Cause shadows exist close to the light,
Bark is to obey and so fuck off and die!
Demagogy's spawn is shittin' men in blue, with no remorse for them, and there's no grub here for you.!
We'll drown together drawing on a paper made of steel.

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