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[00:00.00] The hearts of men have grown tired and weak[02:35.91]Welcome to all forms of corruption[02:38.67]Blind to all, but power, profit and gain[02:41.55]And all of our earthly possessions[02:44.16]We decorate, happily our tombs to be[02:46.89]With the brilliant art of illusion[02:49.68]Perpetuating the cycle[02:53.07]All surface, no depth[02:55.86]Without destitution there would be no sickening wealth[03:00.66]The medication, the guilt[03:03.48]The low self-esteem and the nervous sweat[03:06.21]The sleeping troubles, the cancers[03:09.00]The heart attacks, the early deaths[03:11.70]The end of justice, the radiant fires[03:14.64]The waste left behind in the all-cleansing flames[03:17.28]The poisonous fumes from our own funeral pyre[03:21.33]The pesticide that we inhale[03:28.08]We feed the machines with our blood, our sweat[03:30.93]The phantoms are here, I can hear them[03:33.84]Gathered in flocks they watch over our steps[03:36.57]Our intellect, it must not be awakened[03:39.33]With their broken promises, your broken backs[03:41.88]By the new world order oppressed[03:45.24]All who question their methods[03:48.00]All who question their reasons[03:50.73]All who question their ethics[03:53.04]Silenced by the crack of the whip of progress[03:55.59]The medication, the guilt[03:58.20]The low self-esteem and the nervous sweat[04:00.96]The sleeping troubles, the cancers[04:03.69]The heart attacks, the early deaths[04:06.42]The end of justice, the radiant fires[04:09.24]The waste left behind in the all-cleansing flames[04:11.94]The poisonous fumes from our own funeral pyre[04:15.87]The pesticide that we inhale[04:39.51]All who question their methods[04:42.09]All who question their reasons[04:44.76]All who question their ethics[04:47.04]Silenced by the crack of the whip of progress[04:49.74]The medication, the guilt[04:52.14]The low self-esteem and the nervous sweat[04:54.81]The sleeping troubles, the cancers[04:57.54]The heart attacks, the early deaths[05:00.21]The end of justice, the radiant fires[05:03.00]The waste left behind in the all-cleansing flames[05:05.55]The poisonous fumes from our own funeral pyre[05:25.47]The pesticide that we inhale x5[06:36.33]The pesticide that we inhale x5