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Freedom! Your public service died, death to World Bank and IMF; is it Freedom? The kleptocracy orchestrated, subjugate the corporate state that isn't Freedom! Theresa's a terrorist, we could be standing at the precipice of Freedom! Pontificate, Philosophise Cross the T's, dot the I's I heard em' say the revolution won't be monetized But it could be wrapped up, packaged and comodified In this poisonous equation, I wonder what am I? Tax dodging tabloids, profit from these horrid lies Peddle patriotism but economically colonise Sycophants, grippin' flags, tell you that they're on your side Sell off your services abroad, who do they prioritise? Robin Hood in reverse, these robberies aren't secrets Bonuses for bankers and backhanders for arms dealers Can't cage the alternative that now exists With the skill of an alchemist, turn pain into empowerment Inspired to be alive, in this powerful moment No more will these cowards sell us out to their donors We rose, like a giant awoken out of this coma Confront the culture of power with the power of culture! We sing! Songtexte Freedom! Your public service died, death to World Bank and IMF; is it Freedom? The kleptocracy orchestrated, subjugate the corporate state that isn't Freedom! Theresa's a terrorist, we could be standing at the precipice of Freedom! History favours the trail blazers The taste for change is contagious It's not strange these faceless takers are afraid of raising wages When the same major papers say that we should hate our neighbours Then when the rage cascades These sadists claim that their blameless What is clear, some don't even pay taxes on their profits here Wrote against the interests of Murdoch and Rothermere Not conspiracy theory, conspiracy actuality Until now politics, merely a practicality They deify celebrity What happens when no celebrities turn and you say it [?] no necessity I don't condemn the deified but mourn those whose brilliant as them who died Potential unrealised Atomisation had us Distant and deafened Now we're interconnected, independent but interdependant We rose, like a giant awoken out of a coma Confront the culture of power with the power of culture! We sing! Freedom! Your public service died, death to World Bank and IMF; is it Freedom? The kleptocracy orchestrated, subjugate the corporate state that isn't Freedom! Theresa's a terrorist, we could be standing at the precipice of Freedom! We sing: Freedom! Your public service died, death to World Bank and IMF; is it Freedom? The kleptocracy orchestrated, subjugate the corporate state that isn't Freedom! Theresa's a terrorist, we could be standing at the precipice of Freedom! Aus Songtexte Mania