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I am disposable. Turn the cranks in your machine. Rapacity and hubris are the fuel. I’ll sign the release, and you’ll pile them slab by slab on my back and march me through your fields. The prospect of eternal life, the promise of respect (in a future undetermined, in a paradise unseen) is all that drags me through. Here’s the illusion of free will. The freedom to choose. But what fucking choice do I have? Lucre for your pockets, or food for my family? The freedom to fail. And what fucking choice do I have? A life without shelter, or a death without dignity. Empty prayers from an empty heart to an empty sky. My hands bleed endlessly, while yours, pristine, immaculate, meet one another palm to palm. Offer me. I sit among your commodities. Offer me, human property. I sit among your commodities.

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from Wars of Attrition, Acts of Contrition, track released November 11, 2011
Additional vocals by Danny Menendez

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