Head? Chest? or Foot?

Three choices: one bullet. one trigger – guess who gets to pull it – one
leader – a thousand slaves – for every throne there’s a thousand graves -
you’re all the same – you’re all the same – you’re just part of their
machine – perpetuate their dream – they subsidize your nightclubs -
and they subsidize your malls – they herd and brand the masses within
painted prison walls – until your freedom of assembly becomes the missles
they create – or just mass delusion dancing to this music that you fucking
hate – but i’m not the same – i’m not part of your fucking machine
- i’ll jeopardize your dream – i’d rather be imprisoned in a george
orwellian world – than a pacified society of happy boys and gurlz- i’d
rather know my enemies and let you know the same – who’s windows to smash
and who’s tires to slask and where to point the fucking blame- one future:
two choices – oppose them or let them destroy us…

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