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I want to see the finger pointed at those claimed to have crossed the line I want to bleed their dull lives dry I want to spit on all the unwritten laws

Once again the battle field is your body and those who want control have laid down their terms in black & white and red all over they keep the backstreet

Here comes another round of deploy and deter more strong words for bullshit that doesn't work levers pulled for pulling levers while grown adults stand

Nine years into the future and we're still counting the dead and the dying Still totaling the countless hidden victims of heightened state terror still

Last years lives lie in state but there's no damage assessment from this far away this is not another proxy war no this is something different & somehow

Where's your anger where's their body count they want to know why you fight when the inside's rotting out here's their omission there's the infection

The upturned ruptured palms the pleading eyes that hide the spite that want to forgive us wretched insects if only we'd learn how to get in line there

Jock gestapo shouting from trucks spitting on beating down those who strayed shitting on beating in those who stayed who would not be crushed by the

Born against are fucking dead that's what the answering machine said looks like this is ti!!! They talked one too many shit about the working class and