If ignorance is bliss then I guess I must be dead

You’ve got the power up your tower like a gun up to my head

If you need the truth I’ve got the proof the red stains on their hands

As the blood drenches the soil of another oil rich land

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Revolution constitution and the country they all fear

But their powers built on lies and with the truth it disappears

Im a man and im alone but I still have my own voice

And with it I can scream so that I may have a choice

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There's a devil on our shoulders and it’s the corporates on our backs

It’s the voice that pushed you over and the wind that knocked your stack

What I guess im trying to say and to you make crystal clear

Is that you can stand and fight and shout enough so they can hear

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Control is their game

Bleeding dreams like tears

They will always be the same

Under their thumbs for all these years