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The third world is not poor
You don't go to poor countries to make money

Clean conscience, never clean violence
See blood from the stars, a deafening silence
Feed them, then kill them
Then lead them, misguide them
Nothing changes, a history of violence

A ruse, a deal, a way to kill
They need a place to vent and steal
When all they do is take and take
A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie

Man eat man, till death do we dance
We wash this blood off our hands
If it moves, kill it
If it moves, kill it
If it moves, if it moves
If it moves, kill it

World's wounds creates love's history
No horror in the hate
It's more in the shrub
Deep pockets of misery
No one to relate to when you're seen as a bug

A ruse, a deal, a way to kill
They need a place to vent and steal
When all they do is take and take
A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie

Man eat man, till death do we dance
We wash this blood off our hands
If it moves, kill it
If it moves, kill it
If it moves, if it moves
If it moves, kill it

It's near the end, it's off the edge
It's where we are, no way to bend
It's near the end, it's off the edge
It's the, it's the, it's the, it's the

Decline, decline of man
Decline, decline of man
Decline, decline of man

Decline, decline of man
Decline, decline of man
We are, decline of man

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