Tradition is calling it business
Feeling only real when employed
Dense from sucking on wallets
It's their pockets you're arresting
Money is made the maximum
...quality, only minimum
An open chest shows a heart
With a branded dollar $ign
Shut off, shut off
Wastes my breath opposing
For authority is all
That makes this right
But you're weak in my eyes
And this is no price we'll fucking pay
Your compromise has again
Capsized in time
Shutting off income of yours
There are no masks for your greed
There is no heart in your conned
Cash flow, to which we take no part
We won't take part
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