But that expropriation of the third world for 400 years
Brings us to another revelation, namely
That the third world is not poor
You don't go to poor countries to make money
There are very few poor countries in this world
Most countries are rich
The Philippines are rich, Brazil is rich
Mexico is rich, Chile is rich
Only the people are poor
But there's billions to be made there
To be carved out and be taken
There's been billions for 400 years
These countries are not underdeveloped
They're over-exploited
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The walls are no longer the same
No shelter, no protection
No sympathy, no direction
"Be patient," she said
I honestly don't care
"Put my words on the back of your head"
"You'll be alone until your last breath"
To be alone
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Only mirages, false images
Of idols long forgotten in time
Some glimpses of an old TV show
In haunted empty rooms past midnight
Scattered toys across the halls
Scary nights trying not to cry
Bad communication for sad realizations
♪
No room for killers
Static runs through my skin
Until I feel the urge to flee
An honest way for a broken being
Nothing to hold me until I fall forever
In vacuum
In endless cold clean gray
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Decay
Shattered feelings
Abandoned in plain sight
Why were you that blind
Why were you that blind
Decay
I'll overcome
Left in plain sight
Why were you that blind
Why were you that blind
I'll save you
I'll save you
Only mirages, false images
Of idols long forgotten in time
Some glimpses of an old TV show
In haunted empty rooms past midnight
Scattered toys across the halls
Scary nights trying not to cry
Bad communication for sad realizations
Idols longing past their prime
Empty servers, and friendly ghosts
And idols longing past their prime
Empty servers, and friendly ghosts
And idols longing past their prime