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letra de prisoner of (class) war - outersider

intro verse: choices have been minimalized to either be exploited or be criminalized

1st verse: authorities hijack human nature to prevent anyone from ever holding them accountable. the consequences of their action they received; barely countable. every target around them developed supplements of burnout rеceiving either gaslighting or backhandеd compliments. deeply cautious observant prisoner of war between the poor cannibalizing themselves letting an open door for corporate revenue soars building more indoctrination centers stores the masses to be brainwashed force doing time-waster anxiety-accelerator chores for imaginary scores rewarding inevitable layoffs without owning any value of our core. existence should never be measured by a bank account that has to be fed large amounts nor be the evil beast’s personal edible aground

2nd verse: when misery is monetized, cruelty becomes an enterprise. bootl!ckers get triggered when i don’t enjoy being a slave to their modern-day cult leaders. if taxation is theft, the same needs to be said about profit heft. a tumor built to steal with surplus value from the fruits of labor of fine-tuners. the commodification fetish mass-produces cultural sociopathy, narcissism consumers. uramichi onii-san without the humor

3rd verse: i don’t have a dream job because i don’t dream jobs, i dream life, i don’t want to be in a dream of someone else’s lie. i’m classless, stateless, moneyless soul announced three being under attack by imperialists all around me. my voice never gets heard in a voting ballot, so i need to smother my blood, sweat, and tears all over your gloating palate. you can’t keep pleading fifth your way out of your feelings grith. one day, you’ll be staring at the pitch-black abyss revealing pith of the harshest reality that is yourself to be dealing with

chorus: my heart is made of pipe-bomb heavier than the holy cross placing inside your cranium oval office

…my heart placing inside your cranium
there needs to be a rise of the paywall destroyers

4th verse: living added a cost; just by itself is an endurance; excessively leaving resources of insurance eroded to oblivion from those who couldn’t pass the monetary borders

in a pandemic of economic barriers, there needs to be a rise of the paywall destroyers

chorus: my heart is made of pipe-bomb; is made of pipe bomb (4x)

…my heart inside your cranium

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