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Air of inequity is thick in my circumferenceUntouched are none when they're summoned up to punishmentSons sent to war for the grunt work of the governmentAll debts repaid on the last day of judgmentI've heard purported it's approaching with celerityProselytes testify with utmost sincerityI don't think he's comin' y'all - try me for heresyBut what's all the stallin' for, a little more disparity?Beckon the Armageddon, tell 'em we exhaustedEvery option since the trade winds laid claim to cautionDamned since the Gnostics allied with the sergeantsYo I'm tired of waitin' - slide the blade across it nowI can't take this pain, I can't stand this rainAll this work in vain, this world is insanePuppets on a string, pain and sufferingNothing left to bring - let my Nina singAnother demonstration staged on the prosceniumCurtain drawn, who's workin' behind 'em with the medium?Road blocks, keep throwin' rocks at the imperiumHell yeah, a long march, staunch grown wearisomeSeein' fam fallin' through the cracks in the varianceFamished on a barren land of AIDS and malariaSongtexteOne percent could fix it with a tenth of their inheritanceFreedom buried in the treasure chest of the nefariousTerrorists with pipe bombs, who's sittin' on the megaton?FEMA slow to respond, blame it on the weather, wrongBillion-dollar telethon, tell 'em where the cheddar goneAnd wonder why my people keep their weapons drawnEmptied of my pride, nothing left insideLost the will to fight, Lord knows that I've triedBeaten by this thing, watching my ship sinkStill I'm listening - please my Nina singUpon deliverance we meant to keep you pacifiedSame with the others, but some brothers fell to fratricideEven I was doubtful we could counteract the massive tideThen arrived the wail I hailed to revive the battle cryBellow on, set upon the pleas of the fancifulAn anthem for the resurgence of purpose, grant manifoldDamn this road is chancy, makes advancin' through the sand unmanageableLend a hand and chant the canticleI can't take this pain, I can't stand this rainAll this work in vain, this world is insanePuppets on a string, pain and sufferingNothing left to bring - let my Nina --- Aus Songtexte Mania