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Signals through, okay

Echo, one-nine
the call through fault lines
Smoke signals, old
Shorted in store signs

Spelled in a broken
that it is time to
Breathe, build,
And you

We sky give it all
But wont up radio
Soul antennas,
You spirits

Call sign,
M.O. is
till the walls fall
Dissolve all the

Occupied
skills
Desolation, out
Torn

for now thrill seekers
Slangin test babies in beakers
gun blasts pump
Straight from the

The where
The poor get paid
To hold the
Where the rich get
Into the

And in people
Are like Vladimir
With to make their status clear
Get us out of

We heroes, build them
Dont put your up, fill them
our hopes, with our hearts and our hands
Were the architects of our last

We heroes, build them
Dont put your fist up, fill
With our hopes, with our and our hands
Were the architects of our last

a war goin on for your mind
Those who to occupy it will stop at nothin
The is everywhere
There is no sanctuary, are no civilians
You have two choices, or enlist

What of person are you?
Always the to argue
Or never down to stick your out
Cause it hurts you far too

To see rep suffer
Set you up a
Well, neither is for us cut
From a brand of duct tape

The stuck
On us like pajamas
Spread a virus
Through accepted
And manners

But off the
Somethings simmerin the land
About to bubble up and
The off of the pots and pans

We are non stop
ziggurats
Spit
By terabytes and

Shock
Give to a score
Throw through the sky
And activate twenty

In these and dry times
on dogma
Pragmatic
Divide and

We build
Offer work and prosper
As hand made
Brought to you by no

We need heroes, build
Dont put your fist up, them
With our hopes, with our and our hands
the architects of our last stand

We heroes, build them
Dont put your fist up, fill
With our hopes, with our and our hands
the architects of our last stand

We need heroes, build
Dont put your up, fill them
With our hopes, with our and our hands
the architects of our last stand

We heroes, build them
put your fist up, fill them
With our hopes, with our and our hands
Were the architects of our stand

All minds to the front
All free to the front
We call women
We call upon

We call the handicapped
The infirmed, the week of
We need your courage, your
passion, your commitment

Gather up your platinum, it down
Gather up your gold, melt it
Gather up your silver, bronze
Your aluminum, it down
Melt it down, melt it