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Industry


God damn you record labels 

Making true artist into fables 

Ill dive an airplane into a field

Before you turn me into something unreal

Speak out, freak out artist leak out 

Speak up, shut up. stop talking live it up

Those words you say, make use armodillos 

Enought to make a stronge man into a pillow

You leave your mark like wrecked graffitii

Only to watch use go under like thrown out Zeddi

Words ingrained in my brain, for one grain

Please tell me, do want me to entertain ?

Why do it ? 

Why do it ?

I speak what i want to speak

For those who cant hear I am the sound of the creek

Unchanged till you spill your oil into my waters 

Then orginality is changed, causing dealth of the followers

Dont change me

 

 

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dcdw51
<p>Rage against record companies&nbsp;</p>

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