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You're spoon fed propaganda
With your daily bread
Your thoughts move ever slower
Like a rat in a pharmacy maze
Hands off those pills son!
Stand down and consider this
The profusion of state and capital
Has led your opinions astray
The free market theory is
Arguably full of holes
Hands off those bonds son!
Stop buying and sell, sell, sell
Measures are being taken right now
To see this order smashed
You have no evidence
We have precedent
These aren't empty claims
You have no evidence
We have precedent
So once again
I have been standing here, preaching:
Hand off my means of production
Take your models and go fuck yourself
This is people not resources
Your insistance on scrutinizing these mathematics
Prevents you from seeing that the big picture
Is more complex than your standardized models of trade
You have no evidence
We have precedent
And these are not empty claims
Where there is fear there is no love