Bought sold and sedated
hypnotically run through the maze
flames burning merrily
showing the way out of the cage
Fire-with a molotov, a burning rage is joy revealed
Fire-thousands of flames telling you that your fate is sealed
In our tombs we work
rich grow fat off the poor
flames rise in the streets
an old injury's now an open sore
Flames licking at your flesh
as we once licked your crumbs
it's the only way that you'll know
we ain't under your thumbs

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