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From under the line Intolerance disguised As adequate living wage Gonna build a wall Four stories tall With bricks of aimless rage But it's you Slogan touting 'mericans With blood upon your hands Shields of faith block common sense Drown out the weak and damned And I thought of all the usual suspects Until I realized there was none left Lottery of birth Decline of your self-worth Measured materialistic waste Market's overfull Culture's disposable Generation throwaway Yeah it's true, yeah it's true Disregard all consequence As we walk squarely on the fence Letras de canciones The truth is there's no way out Incentive buried by doubt A sea of profits over lives Where golden parachutes don't lie All for the cameras and lights From Letras Mania