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Kill this channel - it needs to be switched I offer a vendetta in exchange for a split second to blink In exchange for a split second to blink Dragged from view, so no split second to blink Hide the hovels, give not a split second to blink Kill this channel - less for more lifestyle stink I spread out saved silver In exchange for the broken spirits toward whom I won't blink I stockpile for the impending... what? But who's paying? Who is paying? But who's paying Lift the lid and it dawns - who's paying? Letras de cancionesBereft, desperate, the belittled, the devalued to no value - they are paying Should stoop ever lower, bow and scrape - they are paying So take a split second to know that abolition didn't lift them off their knees From plantation, transplantation behind suburban curtains The upshot of their exertions a vacuum-packed ambivalence Get them off their knees! From Letras Mania