It all comes down to how to communicate what we want to say

It gets harder and harder when we don’t have the time of day

We’ve build a machine which say what we have to say 

But all they can tell me is the  price I have to pay

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I can understand how interpret reality

But it doesn’t explain your lack of humanity

Listen to your crap about a cut up about democracy

Peace and love have gone through hell to the present day

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Everyday there’s a piece of my soul that they take away

Strapped to a chair where I sit there and slave away

There solution is there but we all go another way

What was the point in  coming in today

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Gotta get down, 

with your head on the ground 

And Keep on running in the underground

 

Got all these wires,

that are plugged in to me

I can keep running but I can’t break free