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Industrialization

from The Molekh of Time by Diabolica

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When you work, I get paid
Make me rich, make me great
You're a bitch, poor ingrate
Look how hard you fucking work
Nothing pays, you're a slave
Inside my factory
Made of gold stacked on dirt
Days are endless when you work
Fluoride in the water
Poison in the soda
Radiation cellphone
Tumors in my gut
And it hurts, really fucking bad
When I wake up
I don't know who I'll burn
But I know it will be fun
Hold my hand and follow me
Where we can work all night
Impregnate the machine
Repropagate the industry
Make me rich everyday
Where the help never sleep
Break time is when you die
Greatness comes in dollar form
Light the fires of industry
Material possessions own you
Money possesses my soul
Money talks, slaves work
I don't care what they're worth
Money talks, slaves work
I don't care what they're worth
Money talks, slaves work
I don't care what they're worth
Money talks, slaves work
I don't care what they're worth
Money talks, slaves work
I don't care what they're worth
Money talks, slaves work
I don't care what they're worth
I need more money
For bribes and hookers and drugs
Work, work, work
Work, work, work
Work, work
Work you fucking slave or I will beat you
Get back to fucking work and up production
Get back to fucking work
work, work, work.

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from The Molekh of Time, released May 3, 2015

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