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trading floors exploded, down arrows, red numbers//people losing everything, convinced that their world was ending, no small thanks to a lotta chest thumping//and paranoia, but thats a sensitive topic//cause on one hand homie lost his home, on the other hand, the ones who caused it go in and post record profits//that was just the tip of it, the icebergs vanished, species vanished daily//countries literally drowning, under the threat of an ecosystem failing//to cope, gave us enough rope, we were swaying by the days end//big business dollars bought slaves, blind eyes, coastlines, goldmines of ambivalence, digging our own graves then//no lie, oil fell from the sky, suffocated oceans blackened//eyes of the world on a room of conspirators, not one knew what happened//not one stood and hacked it, noone took blame//global crisis justified for private gain a world insane (that's what it is to be a slave//Every city//In every building//Sits another like me//Watching, waiting, watching, waiting//they pushed us, tested our indifference, just to see how far they could milk it//and its funny cause the ones with the money didn't care long as it was the one without who felt it//ha, they felt it alright, for lifetimes across all borders//smooth talkers, cold blooded, exploit it, export it//my generation, was caught between caring more than all that came before us//and a self induced apathy that almost tore us, destroyed us and brought us//to the brink, then we stopped to think, its crazy in age where//we could drop bombs via satellite we were too blind to the forces at play there, to stand up against their//Letras de cancioneswillpower, to quick to cower in the face of conglomerates//and as the world hung there in the balance, enough said enough is enough about time we put a stop to this//straw by straw till they had a haystack, only took one more//to break the cycle, united took to the streets, to the halls of power, to the governments doors//Every city//In every building//Sits another like me//Watching, waiting, watching, waiting//Every city//In every building//Sits another like me//Watching, waiting, watching, waiting//its all a numbers game, but all the corporate wallet flashes//of financial strength couldn't counter the power of the masses//when it came to the crunch, when the lust and greed threatened everything we lovee//divided they had us but fuck that man, push came to shove//and we beat the fucking cowards back, and under a shining sun//showed we could silence their influence, but try as they might they couldn't silence love//cant silence love, let history shown how hard that war was won//so we may never know how close we'd really come, how close we'd really come//"quite an experience to live in fear isn't it?thats what it is to be a slave" From Letras Mania