Spirits - Their Class War | Текст песни

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he answer is now. the homeless are starving, wake to fight another day. the excess in this country is fucking disgusting. we spend money on nothing while lives around us are crumbling, but what good is life if they can't profit off it? their control is getting old when your future is what they hold in the palm of their hand, crushed up like grains of sand. you can't provide a better life, or choose to sleep inside. limitless options in this cold dead winter hell. no future for the lower class and that's how they want it. their control is getting old when your future is what they hold in the palm of their hand, crushed up like grains of sand. the rich stay rich, the poor stay poor in the classic version of their class war.

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