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more cameras than eyes, they're on to us, the clouds, the rain can't protect us. homage to our beauty, builders of concrete who wounded the earth. I'm mining out the truth and every strike tires me more, hard to breath one hundred feet underground. lungs full of their wasted breath. every word i hear is hurting the truth and their lies sedate the airwaves. it's time to change the fucking frequency. From Letras Mania