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Little Brother

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Little Brother

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Four words painted on my wall

Telling me that fear created this all

From the police to the priests and the project yards

They're calling out asking me to change

They're telling me to be so afraid

My little brother is getting into trouble

He's so overwhelmed by the world sometimes

Cathode rays to entertain the good wage slaves

Salvation in the checkout lines

It feeds us to our own demise

We are the ordinary aimless and awful

Or predatory shameless but thoughtful

With so much air in the war we breathe

We're addicted to the violence that we pass to our seeds

There I go fighting the wrong wars

They're showing me how deserts can storm

So many sand dusted letters that they send back home

You can carry things or push them away

You feel so light, but you still got the weight

My little brother is still getting into trouble

He's still overwhelmed by the world sometimes

Cathode rays to entertain the good wage slaves

Salvation in the checkout lines

It feeds us to our own demise

We are the ordinary aimless and awful

Or predatory shameless but thoughtful

With so much air in the war we breathe

We're addicted to the violence that we pass to our seeds

There's only one rule:

That there are no rules

Cathode rays to entertain the good wage slaves

Salvation in the checkout lines

It feeds us to our own demise

We are the ordinary aimless and awful

Or predatory shameless but thoughtful

With so much air in the war we breathe

What's with this air in the war we breathe?

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