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Transmission third world war, round
A of the weapon of sound above ground
Ain't no shelter if you're for shade
I lick shots at the charade

As the polls close a casket on truth devoured
A silent play on the of power
A monopolized
The eye on choice disguised

Lights out, Guerilla
Turn shit up
Lights out, Guerilla
Turn shit up

Was it cast for the mass who and toil
Or for the who thirst for blood and oil?
A spectacle
They hold the and stole your eyes

The fistagons, bullets and
Who the banks? Who staff the party ranks?
More for Gore or the son of the drug
of the above, fuck it, cut the cord

Lights out, Guerilla
Turn shit up
out, Guerilla radio
Turn that up

out, Guerilla radio
Turn shit up

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