While I was playing fair

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Stand to attention whenever a brand mention to mobilize
Dopey lies, diversion to a fan keeping hopes high
Feedbacks heard, why? Don't you know that they're gonna try?
Try to keep a margin high, and charge it on the little guy
Look us in the eyes and grandstand while terra cries
Revise the agenda like spies amongst the spender
Get em to surrender and demand they do better
A neverending horror story, morbid like 3D gory
Hoary tricks repeated before we
See us free, agree to a padded cell, and lose the key
While politics seem resembling Germany 1940
Sporty mouthpiece deflecting any sorta sortie
And overindulging like they're horny at an orgy
Eyes wide shut to the rut that we slog along
Scuttlebutts nuts but the truth cuts way beyond
Thus what's sus, they downplay a phenomenon
 
Pick up anything; Pen, sword, or knuckle ring
Bring a stapler, piercing eyelids up like gritty bling
Smack the grin off the chin of an exec and crack his neck
Voting with your wallet ain't enough against the stacked deck
Tiny speck playing cards, a bluff against the fat cheque
Crime pays, just so long that it's white-collar
Always stick up the smaller, turn a scholar to a brawler
Then act like they're a water-walker, praying at the altar
Or slap you with a lawyer-offer, a dollar for your squalor
Better cop a revolver like a robber or they'll scrape you like a trawler
They think money talks, and sheep will stay inline
But at the brink rams balk, won't stay kept confined
Redefine benign design or ram the swines spines
Deaccelerate decline until the crooks resign
It's time to raise trouble, rise up like a gas bubble
Double bloody knuckles, infractions paid in kind
 
Call to revolution, stamp the delusion with a logo
No-go their solution, but can't run it alone, dolo
Solo versus the Orinoco, loco like a mental 'tution
Circumvolution, coil tightening in retribution
Resolution evades us in this made up destitution
Hoping that the moral doesn't fade within the allocution
DIminution of my meaning through labyrinthine elocution
Writing frightening things, citing my prosecution
Tightening my biting grip, giving them no absolution
The solution to pollution might need to be an execution
Extraction of a toxin, by the option of elution
Devolution of the moneygrubbing companies in collusion
Redistribution to the humans, the used and disillusioned
Assecution of their stolen thoughts, a profusion for the movement
The ruthless union growing, knowing, showing the following is lucid
A foregone conclusion bombed, strong pawns in evolution

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THOR-ESOH
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