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You hear about the crime
You hear about the pain
We all know the problem
But the poverty remains just the same
(Just the same)
Now, where is the food?
Where are the clothes?
Where's the incentive to live?
Now my babies have grown
Fire in my head
Population overflows
Anger grows
Frustrations explode
For second-hand clothes
You have to wait your turn
But the bodies still burn
Fury
Fury
Fury
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The wind still blows
It makes our fears return
The sirens wail
And our bodies still burn
No serum for our plague
The rivers are mud
Our bones are clay
In this petrified forest
To our victims we're the prey
But we might as well stay
As our eyes drip blood
There's a machine
A suicide machine
It rules
It screams
A prize for a life
From a cloud in the sky
Way up on high
Wailing voices cry
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