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The Bureaucracy


Sticky fingers. Greedy minds. Take what they want. Leave nothing as mine. Take the tv. Label my music Tell me what's explicit. Tell people they're crazy. Take my money Pay for bullets Run from them Feel those bullets Enemy Combatant Collateral damage Death Penalty Is this justice? Control transportation Control the TV. Control my freedom Control the Drones They are growing They are stronger Technology feeds the beast As its powers consume us Homeland Insecurity.
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