Year
Every day we buy, and sell fear
We manufacture pain
We're all a commodity of
A world gone insane
We manufacture pain
We're all a commodity of
A world gone insane
Every day from 9 to 5
We work like a slave
Another year; another war
People herded like sheep
The madman with his
develish charm
Preaches to the masses
We pretend not to see
What's wrong with the world
Going through life as if asleep
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