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They own me, they own you They own your home They own the schools Their television tells you what to do airwaves ordering a land of fools Believe youre free, just pay the fees not hard to see the hypocrisy This rat race they put in place Dollars chased in lives of waste Nod and applaud for their only God Dare not look beyond the facade Forgo your mind and they will provide A flag for you to hide behind Draw closed your window blinds as they plagiarize what lurks outside. Step in line and all is fine Obey their law, follow their signs buy and sell you, work the wager acting as its in your favor This is not the work of saviors Welcome to the masters chamber.
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Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 3:04 PM UTC
The Masters Chamber
They own me, they own you They own your home They own the schools Their television tells you what to do airwaves ordering a land of fools Believe youre free, just pay the fees not hard to see the hypocrisy This rat race they put in place Dollars chased in lives of waste Nod and applaud for their only God Dare not look beyond the facade Forgo your mind and they will provide A flag for you to hide behind Draw closed your window blinds as they plagiarize what lurks outside. Step in line and all is fine Obey their law, follow their signs buy and sell you, work the wager acting as its in your favor This is not the work of saviors Welcome to the masters chamber.
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Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 3:04 PM UTC
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