[Chorus x2] We on factory, We on factory We ain't got nothing to prove, We on factory We on factory, We on factory We took all the 22's, We on factory
walking through them factory gates in the rain, Factory takes his hearing, factory gives him life, The working, the working, just the working life. End of the day factory
: Five miles out of London on the Western Avenue Must have been a wonder when it was brand new Talkin' 'bout the splendour of the Hoover factory I know
goes on in the village You can still hear the whistle ?Hey there goes that lad With his factory girl.? You can still hear the sound Of the factory call
: There is no dissension when lives have been broken Enslaved and beaten Lies have been spoken Pure manipulation Whatever soul was left has been erased
: Feared your control and excessive greed Abuse of your power disgraced me You want war You got war More than you bargained for I damn you and leave
: All you are I have made All that I wanted I gave to you I have no sympathy I show no mercy All that I hated I placed in you I wait for the time Your
: Hate, war and terror, murder, disaster Rape, drugs and violence, lost in our failure Fear is suffering, intimidate to obey Fear is control, suffering
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: Slave to the industry, faceless in the machine You do not realize you're dehumanized You cannot survive, unless you comply I built it to break it down
: One nation, one nation of Gods divided by faith, Nation divided by faith Witness deliberate war of attrition Witness deliberate war of attrition
: Some men believe Animals aren't seen Testing on their minds Testing with their lives You can't believe Not even perceive Animals that die Animals that
: Like the knife into my back Cold hate within my spine Freezing up my nerves This slow death consumes my mind Shock waves through my soul Compounding
: Witness a blinding flash Sudden bright light from a blast Pulsing radiation Moving through cracks under skin Feel the fire in the wind Deadly kiss
: This lonely isolation Follows me through my dreams I wander around with doubt So cold and incomplete There is nothing here for comfort The spark of
: A man held hostage by this contagion Alone, abandoned, in search of legion Under pressure, under black skies We must find the cure, before we die
: Understand that, I will keep you safe from every scar that bleeds, I will keep you free from all that's hurting me, This i promise... I promise, One
: "It's quite an experience to hold the hand of someone as they move from living to dead." "Final Exit... The practicalities of self-deliverance
