we; working on imperfect world
we bend metals to fit our desire
force everybody to follow rules
which is on our advantage, true
impose our will to helpless beings
probably they know but no choice
ask yourself honestly, go ahead
think you're greatest, some greater
but ain't talking, no need to waste
they have plan and i'm watching
just as sun rises on east so as me
to go to work for wages to be free
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