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The homeland burns as we drop the match.
A ball in the air that we’ll never catch.
Candy coated lies dipped in treason.
In a moment of fear we give away one more personal freedom.
The stage is set and we’re the pawns.
Giving up everything to get our freedom on.
Spoon fed milk from a poisoned teat.
While we work and work just so our kids can eat.
Caramel covered death by our own hand.
As we kill our minds and kill our land.
Locked away in this cage we’ve made.
But its okay as long as the masters get paid.

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