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I should have listened to her
So hard to keep control We kept on eating but our Bloated bellies still not full She gave us all she had but We went and took some more Can't seem to shut her legs our Mother Nature is a whore I got my propaganda I got revisionism I got my violence in high def ultra-realism All a part of this great nation I got my fist I got my plan I got survivalism Hypnotic sound of sirens Echoing through the street The cocking of the rifles The marching of the feet You see your world on fire Don't try to act surprised We did just what you told us Lost our faith along the way and found ourselves believing your lies I got my propaganda I got revisionism I got my violence in high def ultra-realism All a part of this great nation I got my fist I got my plan I got survivalism All bruised and broken, bleeding She asks to take my hand I turn and keep on walking What you'd do the same thing in the circumstance I'm sure you understand I got my propaganda I got revisionism I got my violence in high-def ultra-realism All a part of this great nation I got my fist I got my plan I got survivalism |
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| 4:18 |
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I should have listened to her
So hard to keep control We kept on eating but our Bloated bellies still not full She gave us all she had but We went and took some more Can't seem to shut her legs our Mother Nature is a whore I got my propaganda I got revisionism I got my violence in high def ultra-realism All a part of this great nation I got my fist I got my plan I got survivalism Hypnotic sound of sirens Echoing through the street The cocking of the rifles The marching of the feet You see your world on fire Don't try to act surprised We did just what you told us Lost our faith along the way and found ourselves believing your lies I got my propaganda I got revisionism I got my violence in high def ultra-realism All a part of this great nation I got my fist I got my plan I got survivalism All bruised and broken, bleeding She asks to take my hand I turn and keep on walking What you'd do the same thing in the circumstance I'm sure you understand I got my propaganda I got revisionism I got my violence in high-def ultra-realism All a part of this great nation I got my fist I got my plan I got survivalism |
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