i've been walking through your streets

where all your money's earning

with all your buildings crying and foolish neckties working

revolving fake lawnhouses housing all your fears

desensitized by t.v.

overbearing advertizing, god of consumer

and all your crooked pictures looking good

mirrorism

filtering information through the public eye

designed for profit sharing

your neighbor, what a guy

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boom

boom

boom

boom

every time you drop the bomb, you kill the god your child has born

boom

boom

boom

boom

modern globalization coupled with condemnations

unnecessary death

matador corporations puppeting at your frustration with a blinded flag

manufacturing consent is the name of the game

the bottom line is money, nobody gives a f---

4,000 hungry children leave us per hour from starvation

while billions are spent on bombs, creating death showers

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why must we kill our own kind?

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every time you drop the bomb