I read the morning papers
The truth was locked in mistakes
It's obvious because it hurts
And now there is a feeling
We already made it out the hill
But that's a bunch of bullshit
You don't want justice no more,
you just want power and strength
Something you can hold on to,
just like a big fat branch
We struggle more than ever
But it looks so much better in the news
Not the 40 plus unemployed
To prove your dirty actions
To get your business done
The names on your front door
First they just downsize our needs
And when we finally stand up
They fire their guns on us
They fire from everywhere
In a land of peace where violence fared
Something big is in the air
To build your dirty actions
to get your business done
Blood and mistrust, the names I adore
That means I'm still alive
I'm waiting for the next one
To make some noise for a short, time
I wonder how long we will last
As we give more and get way less
to prove your dirty actions
to get your business done
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