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Bow to your masters malevolent Challenge their control and you shall repent They possess the means of production, The fruits of your labor, the moments of all our lives! As we toil down below, We're raped of the crop which grew from seeds we've sown This is the story of our lives I beg you - open your eyes! Blessed in this age: the economy which maintains the modes of power Our labor and our dollars fuel their industries While those atop the pyramid leave us to rot! The pursuit of liberty - rhetoric which means nothing The pursuit of liberty - in pursuit we shall remain This is the story of our lives From Letras Mania