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Paroles: Despondent. Proud To Fail. Scales.


How many laws were put in place,
Simply with the soul purpose to generate;
The wages of the people who keep telling us -
What's right, what's wrong,
our rights and what we can and cannot say?
Well I won't sit and watch as they -
Tip the scales of power,
Against us.
Still you act as if the things they say,
Are gospel like the word of God well;
Lead us from temptation couldn't see the truth,
If it was broadcast on the news.
I hope they hear me when I say:
We don't need you!
Rules aren't made in parliament,
Or congress or in commons,
It's in offices; by business men,
Where profit is the only thing that -
Tips the scales of power,
Against us.
Ask yourself; what is it they've done for you,
That you couldn't do, for yourself.
No we don't need you!