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Hostage Crisis
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All I see is TV death, body bags, land mine
Pit against my fellow man, we call it a way of life
Tired generations bankrupt, mamas want
Cursing these heavens on earth
Trust me, you don't want my job
Trust me, you don't want the fire in my gut
To consume everything you've learned to love
It's a mirage, the desert is a place where mirages crystallize
And even crystals get revenge
We burn down the whole foods
We burn down our way of life
We send robot super villains with eyes to wipe out a platoon
The chickens don't come home to roost
They're already here
Woah it's us
We're now living in the far away land
Welcome to the grey area
Where if your neighborhood resource officer doesn't kill you
Or your second job doesn't kill you
I refuse to be a hostage in your crisis dog
Don't say it's us versus them
I say fuck you all
We've been enlisted to wipe each other out
They won't be happy 'til the sky is black
Every forest cleared, every ocean a tomb
This is how it's always been
We've been enlisted to wipe each other out
They won't be happy 'til the sky is black
Every forest cleared, every ocean a tomb
We have always been at war with Eurasia
Always in some wheat, begging bread from a savior
Time and time again, ugliness is winning
They keep talking heaven and they're bringing us with them
Killed ten thousand of them, they killed two thousand of us
It's business as usual, ain't God we trust
And our neighbors not the same, some bankers, sons of preachers
Some came here to escape war, united in the famine
From one place with no food
To another place where there's nowhere to drink
Where do the same people go and raise kids?
Not here, where the factories close
All we produce is death
Welcome to the purgatory
Not quite a worker
Not fully a slave
Wide open jail
And all your heroes are cops
From today's Andrew Jackson
To tomorrow's Trump
Nobody really rents
Nobody really owns
They wanted a global village
But what's a village to a drone?
We've been enlisted to wipe each other out
They won't be happy 'til the sky is black
Every forest cleared, every ocean a tomb
This is how it's always been
We've been enlisted to wipe each other out
They won't be happy 'til the sky is black
Every forest cleared, every ocean a tomb
It's our new reality, isn't it?
I mean, we're facing historic crisis from exploitative and destructive economic systems
Corrupt governments and civilization as we know it
We're all causing disasters with many faces, economic, ecological and war
We will never vote or fire way out through political systems or corporations
Our time is now to find other paths
To rely on each other instead of them
Our futures are open to resist, rebel, create, and build our dreams
On the ashes of theirs
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