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Kleptocracy (War on You)
03:13
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They want you to be sick
Because it’s easier to control the weakened
They want you soaked in toxins
It’s easier to oppress the poisoned
They want you worn and torn
Because it’s easier to fleece the weary
It’s a war on me / It’s a war on you
They want you to be poor
Because it’s easier to condemn the hungry
They want your tongues cut out now
It’s easier to ignore the silent
They want you to be numb
Because it’s easier to crush the hopeless
It’s a war on me / It’s a war on you
They want you to be dumb
Because it’s easier to exploit the mindless
They want you chained to hate now
It’s easier to distract the hate-filled
They want you at each other’s throats
Because it’s easier to rob you blind when
You think your enemy is your friend
You think your enemies are your friends
But they're not
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Don’t do, Don’t do the Death Cult
Don’t do that dance for them
They push you to die for Mammon
So they can keep their gold and gems
They wrap their vampirism
Inside an American flag but
They’re just out for money
Don’t do, Don’t do the Death Cult
Don’t do that dance, oh no
They preen on television
So they can keep the status quo
They say the world depends on
Your blood sacrifice but
They’re just out for money
Don’t do, Don’t do the Death Cult
Don’t do that dance for them
They’ll say it was patriotism
They’ll say you were a good citizen
They’ll hide their naked greed
In the shadow of your tomb but
They’re just out for money
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Don’t do, Don’t do the Death Cult
Don’t do that dance for them
They push you to die for Mammon
So they can keep their gold and gems
They wrap their vampirism
Inside an American flag but
They’re just out for money
Don’t do, Don’t do the Death Cult
Don’t do that dance, oh no
They preen on television
So they can keep the status quo
They say the world depends on
Your blood sacrifice but
They’re just out for money
Don’t do, Don’t do the Death Cult
Don’t do that dance for them
They’ll say it was patriotism
They’ll say you were a good citizen
They’ll hide their naked greed
In the shadow of your tomb but
They’re just out for money
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Moth:November Austin, Texas
An old post-punk making new post-punk with a political bent.
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