Figure It Out
Why pretend that we don't know
CEOs are the disease
Freedom is raped by war like whore
Like technology technology technology
Of materialism
Personal freedom only an obstruction
[x2]
Why pretend that we don't know
CEOs are the disease
Fuck let's figure it out
No bullshit
Fuck let's figure it out
No bullshit
Fuck let's figure it out
Fuck let's figure it out
Freedom is raped by war like whore
Like technology technology technology
Of materialism
Personal freedom only an obstruction
Fuck let's figure it out
No bullshit
Fuck let's figure it out
No bullshit
Fuck let's figure it out
Fuck let's figure it out
Freedom is raped by war like whore
Like technology technology technology
Of materialism
Personal freedom only an obstruction
Why pretend that we don't know
CEOs are the disease
[x2]
Control ordinary behaviour
Through political extremism
Industrial society
The arch enemy
Nature including human nature
Unthinking majority should just be
Condemned, condemned
CEOs are the disease [x2]
Why pretend that we don't know
CEOs are the disease
CEOs are the disease [x2]
Fuck let's figure it out
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