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Run this machine along the crooked tracks,
Built on a billion backs.
Headed straight off the cliff
But no one bothered to look down.

A boot on the throat of the poor.
Empathy is long gone at this point.
Their motivation, I just can't see.
It seems there's no way out.

Grasping at straws, try to justify
The excess and the greed.
Grasp at straws; Try to keep their place.
They're slaves to what they have.

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