ease in which the vast majority of the population can be thought to believe whatever the ruling class would like us to Me and you... We're at the bottom
A residential area between the eastern highway and an industry block, where the white and gray so called houses are covered in putty and spray paint
God bless the free market economy And its peace and prosperity If problems will rise, they can be blamed On those who stand in the way of progress Oh
I?d like to bring this tournament to a close Cause eventually it will destroy us all With its fierce and disruptive rivalry It?s a race where no one
imagination As to make itself seem natural, reliable and secure Leaving us unable To reach full potential Leaving us unable... Monopoly on violence, coercion and
society designed to kill our dreams Yes you?ve paved the way To where every fucking dream is killed You'll be the first to point your fingers At the beaten and
This contradiction between the money-system And the social nature of the economy It only leads to a dysfunctional nature of the modern life It only
night away in the heaviest shackles Let them turn a, turn a blind eye While we're screaming at the top of our lungs Let them shake their heads and mock