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Capitalism
03:02
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Sell me sell me sell me my own skin
Sell me a pumping heart within
Sell me a car, sell me a war
Sell me another unforgivable sin
Sell me the clothes off my own back
Sell me a house then take it back
Sell me a bird, sell me the word
Sell me death right off the rack
Their pockets lined
Annihilation sells and we’re buying
Our paths defined
Grasping for green paper ’til we die
A foreigner to hate, an immigrant to fear
Empty promises and a dead end career
Sell me a rising sea
Sell me plastic surgery
Sell me diet pills and oil spills
Fix my inadequacies
Sell me more than I can spend
Sell me a violent end
Sell me stocks, and an oblong box
And a hole in which to descend
Capitalism
Draw invisible lines
Trade pieces of paper until you die
Capitalism
It’s our way of life
A foreigner to hate, an immigrant to fear
Empty promises and a dead end career
A foreigner to hate, an immigrant to fear
Empty promises and a dead end career
Sell your blood
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2. |
Interlude
01:05
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3. |
Nostalgic For Now
02:21
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I see a world where love is never wasted on ingrates
I see a world free of all the fear that dominates
I see a world where we no longer need our righteous hate
Because I see a world where you’ve already met your fate
Flowers grow through your bleached bones
No wasted space for your headstones
I think I wanna think about it more, more, more
All these famous pedophiles, beaten down and shamed
Rather than inducted in the rock n roll hall of fame
The animals all run free
The reefs replenished in the sea
You disappear from memory without a fucking trace
Everyone’s nostalgic for now
A cleansing fire sweeps through your empire
Engulfing youth defilers like Steven Tyler
A new renaissance throughout the land
We embrace new art, like it’s a cover band
No more slaughterhouse, no more abusive spouse
We erase the borders, and wealth hoarders
As we find our voice, we all rejoice
Let’s all get nostalgic for now
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