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Boots stomp in the streets of

The systematically obsolete

Breeding a machine

On the backs of their needs

We must forgive the individual

And condemn the system

Patriotism is poison

A tool to justify

The violence in the streets

And the death raining

From the skies

Ideals of liberty

Repurposed for profit

A perfect citizen

Mans the turret

Or the cockpit

Two names on the ticket

Two nails on the casket

This is all an illusion

They never had a fucking choice

Forced to die for their oppressor

And still no fucking voice