The Human Animal - Dehumanization lyrics

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The Human Animal - Dehumanization lyrics

[Verse 1: Bigg Higg] Dehumanization, ecological catastrophe Welcome to our world screen show, everything you have to see Tie me to the mast stuff your ears up with wax Working for us is good but everything else is bad It's use use use when it's gone it's time to buy Diseases spread, we're depressed, and the people wonder why As they market new d** for a brighter better life If you swallow what they're selling you then why ain't things all right? The recipe is bubbling that jitterbug perfume Pain got lost in labyrinths of urban drudge and doom Surveillance in the alleyways, cameras equipped with zoom The thought police are watching, telescreen in every room Crime-thinking into tombs, days are war, nights are love Blood oranges make oj, politicians don't fake love Preparations made for hate week so defend your sons and daughters The sun is not an issue like the profits for this quarter Economy can't handle caps the earth is growing hotter Counting sheep won't put the wolves to sleep, dreaming of a slaughter Liberals spread like viruses can't comprehend the symptoms Capitol pimps and prostitutes such as our modern system Rat race, rat race, of mice and men Not quite one not quite the other Our children won't live long enough to throw dirt on their mothers Muster the troops for battle, generals are heroes Peace nicks ride in thought waves contemplating zen and zero Masters of war masquerade with fireworks and flags He couldn't buy his soul back with the currency he has Cash, green like the gra** that's turning black I'd roll it up and smoke it but the jakes are on my back Piggy back piggy back crack the piggy bank The pigs pursue a profit with their guns grenades and tanks While some clandestines turn these pirate journals into songs Others are swept away to jail or jobs or base and bongs And workers drink the water but its coming wit a price Cuz children might be thirsty but so is the corporate rice Right, no money for the megaphone means silence The clock strikes twelve time for that ultraviolence

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