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I'm straight in line Like a machine Down numb's parade Now I have to be... like you Strictly deprived Of will, liberty I think about all the freedom of choice In all this crap that we call democracy Captive throught your bind Engaged forced to "fight" Chained by your sense Why? Can't you see? I have my life My own war my moral dignity And this ain't the right place for me, to be Here I'm now so brave A servant a maid Blinded, castrate Manhood outraged... like you Deep I feel so abased And I think all about the prank That is gonna face the same Free will, choice could find Right soldiers for this "fight" Chained by your sense Why? Can't you see? I have my life My own war my moral dignity Like you Call me slacker call me scum But don't love a gun... like you Chained by your sense Why? Can't you see? I have my life My own war my moral dignity I don't wanna be... like you
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