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they poison our
sweet mother earth
destroy our sacred bodies
to fill our minds with junk
they call this knowledge
but knowing nothing means knowing far far too much
they let our children starve in the name of peace
they march to the beat of a killing machine

life is not a dream when you cant wake up from the dream you wanted
life is not a dream when you cant wake up from the dream you wanted

oh
they'll pour the salt from your soul
oh
they'll pour the salt from your soul

the skies are buzzing
and 51 stars
and faith and milk
and i'm drinking filth and disease
oh pretty please i'm begging freedom
there's life to be blinded servents and candy
before we paid and then we'll pay some more
do ya know the score cause i'm so fucking bored

life is not a dream when you cant wake up from the dream you wanted
life is not a dream when you cant wake up from the dream you wanted

oh
they'll pour the salt from your soul
oh
they'll pour the salt from your soul
they'll sell your wounds as evidence of your home

life is not a dream when you can't wake up from the dream you wanted
life is not a dream when you can't wake up from the dream you wanted