As it's blown apart, hundreds thrown away Makes me question just what I believe Brothers torn apart, mindless drones enslaved Makes me search for an answer I don't want to know It's like a plague from below Killing all that I know One hundred voices the same Drench their sorrow in flame As the countless numbers hunger for worldwide renown All the pimping sons of plunder will roll up their sleeves All searching for the answers they don't even care to know Give it to me Give it to me As the countless numbers hunger for worldwide renown All the pimping sons of plunder will roll up their sleeves All searching for the answers they don't even care to know Give it to me Give it to me You like it?
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