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Bowing the head to haunts of speed, power to the operative freed
Be spiteful to the men who own
Views of the stagnant vague unknown
Drown the ideals of the dead
Who put those anchors in our heads
The heavens spit on us and damn, they should enjoy it while they can!
Material X 2
From politburos, kominterns, we'll take divine and overturn.
To regulate and celebrate
And beat the gods to desecrate
Surplus value has no case, workers own the means in place.
Occupy what you don't own
Tear all the things that you disown
Material X 4
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