Phineas Gage Lyrics

We're enslaved.

Hit-men sent out to the south to increase the cash flow,
Stealing the fruit of their work until all hope is gone.

Where's the reward for the hours that you have sweat away?
We are trading our lives, paid in blood, one hour at a time.

This is war
War against man
War is at home
Closing in!

(KICK that shit in)

This is war
War against man
War is at home
Closing in!

What will you do when they come for what is yours?
How long will it take for you to open your mother f*cking eyes?
This ain't conspiracy,
This is for real my man.

Shame!

They got you right where they want you to be.

We're enslaved. Suckers for tragedy,
Too painful to realize,
You're watching your children die,
One by one.

Don't look back on sinking ships,
Don't lose heart, stay with me.

This is war
War against man
War is at home
Closing in!

What will you do when they come for what is yours?
How long will it take for you to open your mother f*cking eyes?
This ain't conspiracy,
This is for real my man.

Maybe it's all in my mind,
But do you really think that they would really care
If you live or if you died?
You can't close your eyes.
Hit-men sent out to the south to increase the cash flow,
Stealing the fruit of their work one hour at a time.

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