Wretches And Kings

There's a time
 When the operation of the machine becomes so odious
 Makes you so sick at heart, that you can't take part
 You can't even passively take part
 And you've got to put your bodies upon the gears and upon the wheels
 Upon the levers, upon all the apparatus
 And you've got to make it stop
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 To save face, how low can you go?
 Talk a lot of game but yet you don't know
 Static on the way, make us all say "whoa"
 The people up top push the people down low
 Get down
 And obey every word
 Steady getting mine if you haven't yet heard
 Wanna take what I got, don't be absurd
 Don't fight the power, nobody gets hurt
 If you haven't heard yet then I'm letting you know
 There ain't shit we don't run when the guns unload
 And no one make a move unless my people say so
 Got everything outta control, now everybody go
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 Steel unload, final blow
 We the animals take control
 Hear us now, clear and true
 Wretches and kings we come for you
 So keep pace, how slow can you go
 Talk a lot of shit and yet you don't know
 Fire on the way make you all say, "whoa"
 The people up top and the people down low
 Get down and I'm running it like that
 The front of the attack is exactly where I'm at
 Somewhere in-between, the kick and the hi-hat
 The pen and the contract, the pitch and the contact
 So get with the combat, I'm letting 'em know
 There ain't shit you can say to make me back down, no
 So push the button let the whole thing blow
 Spinning everything outta control, now everybody go
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 Steel unload, final blow
 We the animals take control
 Hear us now, clear and true
 Wretches and kings we come for you
 Steel unload, fire blow
 Filthy animals, beat them low
 Skin and bone, black and blue
 No more this sun shall beat onto you
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 From the front to the back and the side to side
 If you fear what I feel put 'em up real high
 Front to the back and the side to side
 If you fear what I feel put 'em up real high
 Front to the back and the side to side
 If you fear what I feel put 'em up real high
 Front to the back and the side to side
 If you fear what I feel put 'em up real high
 Front to the back and the side to side
 If you fear what I feel put 'em up real high
 Front to the back and the side to side
 If you fear what I feel put 'em up real high
 When the operation of the machine becomes so odious
 Makes you so sick at heart, that you can't take part
 You can't even passively take part
 And you've got to put your bodies upon the gears and upon the wheels
 Upon the levers, upon all the apparatus
 And you've got to make it stop
 And you've got to indicate to the people who run it, to the people who own it
 That unless you're free
 The machine will be prevented from working at all