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The conquistadors, they all vomit lies |
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And the raped people are left with empty eyes |
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And in their reflections, you are hypnotized |
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Another destroyed culture |
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You have left traumatized |
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You hypnotize |
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God-damn your eyes [x2] |
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Your fucking lies |
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And their maps of conquest |
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They chart the unknown seas |
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And they're malicious gift |
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Is in a new disease |
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They pray to broken crosses |
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Then they pontificate |
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They leave a trail of bloodshed |
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That paves the police-state |
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You hypnotize |
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God-damn your eyes [x2] |
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Your fucking lies |
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And now they are the legends |
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The kings of industry |
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The genocide of millions |
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Clear cut the forest trees |
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They meet at giant tables |
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To divide the spoils |
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They play their games of leisure |
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Upon the bloodied soils |
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You hypnotize |
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God-damn your eyes [x2] |
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Your fucking lies |
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The more the path is paved |
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The more we give away |
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And moss blocks out the day |
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And stone turns into clay |
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You've worn out every mask |
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The first one leaves at last |
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You've mastered every task |
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But you'll die with the past |
