Sitting in golden chairs and diamond tables
They rule our life with a twisted smile on their faces
They think they hold our life in their hands
And they have us on a leash like animals and slaves
But the spirit can't be stopped by a material tools
The strong minded will not play their dirty game
That leads to death, sickness and total enslavement

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