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Satanic Surfers Fragments And Fractions

] And no excuse can ever be enough For the genocide of the Ogoni people [x2] How quickly truth can be silenced, news rearranged and adjusted when the

to live a fucking lie I'd trade my freedom for a false sense of security, working for death, digging my own grave but as long's my lungs keep me breathing and

always nice to see you, my old friend Good to hear your voice again, you know, I think about you now and then but a little less each day Think about you now and

maybe we could do something, just you and I Maybe Maybe we could do something together, maybe we could do something together, maybe we could do something, just you and I, just you and

us by this consumerist culture Yeah We live our lives with the knowledge of global suffering and exploitation, still we dissociate ourselves from the problem Detach ourselves from Compassion and

nothing more than a sales number statistic Another capitalist market Of material abundance And the radio pumps out another meaningless hit (The radio pumps out) And