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Livid hands wring rinds of joy from future dwelling life A ghost of family in every home as society spirals from the light Patrolling black belly pigs brand identity codes into searing flesh Reconfigure binary to bring down enemy jets I robot, resisting arrest stamping boot that keeps us oppressed Apocalypse! Who'd have thunk Humanity! The boat has sunk Life waiting in line for a virus scan Your own child will denounce you for having soft hands Depredations, interrogations where intruder alarms will scream They're watching you, so smash the screen then shoot to kill - you know what I mean? Searching scope that snipes at hope Ramming injustice home They've washed your mouth out with poison soap You will report to the justice zone Can it be there was a time when men and women laid together with the sun upon their skin? It's just a crime beyond comparison now in a world where thought is sin Alternate history of a future past where orthodoxy is the law If you are a man, you are the last, now a victim to the saw Spotlights scan the rubble sites were the pigs unleash the hounds To fall in love is the final crime and will bring the truncheon down From Letras Mania