While you sleep in the comfort of your bed
Someone's coming after you
And when you wake to the billboards on your way to work
Someone's coming after you

They're stealing your lives and they're selling them back to you and look at the lives we waste
They're feeding the lies in the interest of commerce, excuses for wars we wage.
'Cause they've got the bombs and the guns to look after
the country's economy
But we've got a plan to get back all the hours and days and the years that they take

We say, "We'll smoke this city to the filter,
We'll empty every bottle, you'll see us by the river.
We'll bring back those things you can't remember,
Like smiling in the winter."
You're smiling while they burn your lives
Burn your lives
And you've heard their lies.
You've heard their lies.

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