Die Young - Making A Killing Şarkı Sözleri

Succumb to whims of the machine
We are mere playthings of corrupt industries
Our health is pawned into private sectors by the pharaohs of our time

We submit with wallets, willing,
Grovelling for scraps and relief
We forfeit our lives as they make their killing,
But we just want to live!

The suffering of many is the wealth of a few.
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