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Leisure life and entertainment The nightly rites of disengagement Burned out remains of human exchange Anything to forget that we are hiding This is your warning You live in peril Light conversation, like chlorine Culpability stripped sterile Head hurts, stomach turns An arbitrary grasp of perpetration Fucked pretense of innocence But not without calculation Delta operators, GSG-9 The underworld enforcers of subterranean supply lines Under the surface, rivers run their course Don't be surprised, they lead to a source Bullets and planes will continue to rain So long as the checks are signed in your name Unlucky larva, the emperor's fodder You take his blows so faithfully Letras de cancionesFriday night, on the dance floor Take comfort that this world is yours But there is a terror under the surface Pleasant distractions, they serve a purpose Far away you've got MP5 tactics Fragmentation grenades The arbiters of dirty wars Defenders of your faith Please take heed of this warning You may be dead by morning Chai tea and tai chi may sooth away your guilt But chickens are heading home to roost in these coops that we have built From Letras Mania