with every context of crisis that you bend — with every arsenal and all the weaponry you invent
with every poverty-line, that you assign — you shape the frontline — you bury landmines
the frontline — the frontline
the frontline — the frontline
silent, hidden armies, handling our disappeared — the narco-cide and the gods that guide it
they’re always oh so fucking clear — cryptomnesia lashes out as the cover falls behind
you shape the frontline — — you bury landmines
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the frontline — the frontline — it suits me fine
the frontline — the frontline — you bury landmines
bullet riddled bodies for the hedonist fuck — you got me dying to resist
because the undermined outweigh the satisfied — corrode, reload — economist
come on, and run anomalies — our people would be better of as enemies
in these dire-need democracies — we’re all refugees — refugees
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charity — luxury — positioned so comfortably
equity — battery — shake hand with hypocrisy
charity — luxury — positioned so comfortably
equity — battery — hypocrisy
the context of crisis is bent
the practice is losing intent
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