Devil Ate My Son - 24 Hours lyrics

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focused on efficiency it ?s the path of isolation that binds our eyes to a numb sympathy 24 hours 365 days possessed by the cash crop indifference becomes an esteemed virtue again information has been withhold to ensure trademark stability exporting war- medical research the benefit is based on slavery bodies `ve been buried under the footprints of pharmaceutical efforts the glory sold as wisdom though we swallow pins and nails perverted abstract patterns that place the pistol on our temples bodies `ve been buried under the footprints of pharmaceutical efforts where amnesty leaves heroin graves in a land where names disappear in the deserts and profit is obtained by thieves and snakes