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What's become of the world, what's become of the people we are?
Spend a life's agony, spend the profit on the world He made.
Pay the debt that they owe, pay for all the debt that they grow.
Dripping on the floor, soaked up oil stained salut.

But I stand, wrongly, strange as all that seems.
For what do we see that isnt there at all?
We're seing everything and more.

Played a game on the walls, redundant plastic chokes the air
Pay the debt that they owe, pay for all the debt they grow.
Rip away from me know, whilst I'm lying. I don't know.
Because I'll never know.

And I stand, wrongly, strange as all that seems.
For what do they see that isnt there at all?
They're seeing everything all wrong.