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This soaked axe you wield
It gave your life color
It gave your days hue.
Did you really wield it
Or did It wield you?
The end, exodus,
One way out of cage.
Surely you felt it,
That old hidden rage.
Swing left, face hypocrisy
Swing right, meet paradox.
.
Give one human a hammer
And the world looks like nails
And you wield an axe
You cut and you split
It's how you relax
And it's one job you get paid for
But what will you do
When forth comes
the machine more efficient,
Less cruel than you.
With the power of lighting sending stock straight to heaven
You'll be counting your days
Of which you'll have like
6 - 7
It gave your life color
It gave your days hue.
Did you really wield it
Or did It wield you?
The end, exodus,
One way out of cage.
Surely you felt it,
That old hidden rage.
Swing left, face hypocrisy
Swing right, meet paradox.
.
Give one human a hammer
And the world looks like nails
And you wield an axe
You cut and you split
It's how you relax
And it's one job you get paid for
But what will you do
When forth comes
the machine more efficient,
Less cruel than you.
With the power of lighting sending stock straight to heaven
You'll be counting your days
Of which you'll have like
6 - 7
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