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One man, on his way home from town,
done working the markets the sun was blistering down.
He reached his street and saw ashes, smoke and blood,
an old woman crying, it rained hell from above.
Who could he fight against, the sad truth is,
a pawn needs to cross the chess board to be deemed better than useless.
TSA stop and question him, "Sir what's your home like?",
he fails to mention he's a victim of a U.S. drone strike.

One man, grey suit blue tie,
wondering what the fuck had become of his life.
He started out premature thought the world should be peaceful,
now the flick of his signature meant the death of a people.
He thought he'd blister the system inflicting change from within it,
but the system twisted and changed his winston vision in minutes.
He gets an email 'Sir there's been another terrorist attack',
he puts his face in his hands and feels the weight on his back.

We live as prisoners imprisoned by prism,
under a tyrannical democratic political system.
Life on a chess board at risk of cold war recidivism.
The citizens minister sinister visions.
Sever the head of forward thinking to our social detriment,
perpetual war death for debt and investment.

I fucking hate this world we live in.
Our leaders rape us and we forgive them.

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from The Illusion of Freedom, released April 8, 2015

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