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For in the end of it all, you'll become the slave

The rich enslave the poor
It forces women to become whores
We bought their lies, they betrayed our trust
We've become the object of their lust

When did I lose control?
When did I fall apart?
I never had a soul
I never had a heart

The rich enslave the poor
It forces women to become whores
We bought their lies, they betrayed our trust
We've become the object of their lust