Well capitalistic feast has been sucking the heat You're passing up, you're injured for ability Well, I've been waiting for a compromise but I guess it's more the same We're separated all the things that we want for gain You remember your name Well they were looking right at you, you forget the face If the future's sipping all space and food through a straw And the monster's finally flipped on it's back Well, the static is a worthy test to help you brush aside the rest Is this something that you'd ever need? Well, I'm okay Are you scared to take what they've taken from you? Well yeah, I'm afraid We've sold our names... I'm sick of being accosted by the ghost in the street Your magazine looking backward thinking junkies are just fodder for the global elite Do you think you had a choice When you're eating and sleeping in all the noise? Let the moneymakers keep the politicians afloat We're biting everything that we're told Well, then a smile and a couple of jokes will be enough to convince the good folks Well, is this something you ever need? Well, I'm okay Are you waiting for a minute to fight for what they've taken from you? Yeah, I'm afraid We've sold our names...
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