We must reclaim what is
Ours before they try to
Take away our sanity
They make a problem just so they can sell the solution
We are an excess culture wasting away
I’d like to think that we will make it out alive
The truth is we have no purpose
And all this time I’ve been abused
By a corporate system
My body quivers and I’m sweating when it’s cold
I’m having trouble breathing
And when I sleep, I see visions of the dead
I feel the greed in me seething
You think that you can take what’s mine?
I’d like to see you fucking try
You think that you can take what’s mine?
You’ll have to pry it from my cold, dead, hands
With all the strength I have inside,
I will never submit
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Larry Wang 'singing', glorious slams and atmospherics ripped straight out of Aliens result in a should-not-be-missed slab of inhuman fury. poisonremedy