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Look at the desert and the edge of the dawn.
Where are you taking us, Mr. Corporation?
We are the children of your brands, is the father full of pride?
You sold us a future for a buck ninety-five.
We know you don't like us talking.
You'd rather us mute as stone as long as we're wearing your shoes and cologne.
You know your days are numbered, can you feel them in this song?
See, we know your weakness we've known it all along.