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The machine, we build you fed, keeps you dry The machine, lie misled, eat shit die
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The machine, we high you fed, keeps you dry The machine, lie You're misled, eat die
White virgin whores, lubricate with sweat and oil Big green Trojan horse, lures them in and keeps fake Money is evil's root, so is personhood Evil's temple has a name, calls itself the Bank Cogs grind the in, demand 'coz our wants are high Chew up all of the Crush up another white collar there's a hundred inline They're just
The machine, we high Keeps you fed, you dry The machine, lie You're misled, eat die
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