Your Comfort Is Killing Me

The Brat Attack

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    They would never predict the fall
    The one that destroys us all
    The revolution never came to a crawl

    Burning cocktails for broken dreams
    Your comfort is killing me
    It is that now dead at your door
    Are screaming for class war

    So many wars we have won
    But the battle has just begun
    Our anger burns hotter than the sun.

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    Storm the streets into the night
    A blood spilled corporate fight
    As we unite they are full of fright.

    City by city, we take it all back
    Set for the next waves of attack
    This is the new plague with cold eyes
    Staring behind a black mask

    Gone are the days of a passive yesterday
    Never no more will we see a government betray
    Corporations of nations, their moneys foundation
    Big business giving politicians a wealthy masturbation

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