| The heart beats a finite number of times | |
| It's concrete, but who decides?. | |
| It's my will, my urge, my search, my curse | |
| To castrate, dominate, control and negate. | |
| And when I've sucked out all there is, | |
| Your memory will be your bridge. | |
| Conduct your wars against invisible enemies, | |
| You don't represent me, rally support, | |
| Use the media channels you maintain like open veins. | |
| Those who stay outside, they froze, | |
| Re-ignite the blaze that's old. | |
| Bring the oil online and bring it home. | |
| Well you can try and refuse and dismiss all, | |
| You wish but you cannot deny it is out of control. | |
| Burn your world, sing my songs | |
| Sell your kids, take the brunt. | |
| Burn your world, sew my Nikes | |
| Eat my shit, take the Brunt. | |
| Great deceivers, white hillbilly caesars, | |
| Thinkers in your own world don't trust you either. | |
| Snuff more de-valued lives for oil, | |
| Infidel troops on so-called holy soil. | |
| Slogan-shrieking bombers, lethal commerce, | |
| And stalked peace offers for profits. | |
| Acceptable losses with no tribunals and no due process, | |
| It's out of control. | |
| Burn your world, sing my songs | |
| Sell your kids, take the brunt. | |
| Burn your world, sew my Nikes | |
| Eat my shit, take the Brunt. |
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