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Click-clack lock the rack spit sharp words through every track
System bleeding greed feeding dark shadows creep to attack
Hollow hope trailing woe chasing phantoms in the black
Trade tomorrow for quick gain trade warm souls for empty sack
Hear faint whimpers behind cage pure innocence fades away
Profit fuels cruel selfish ways turning kind folk into prey
Rules stand idle justice sleeps bought and stacked with filthy pay
Fragile souls get cast aside beneath cold cracked concrete clay
Parasites drain living breath greed turns towns toward slow death
I’m sharp edge to peel decay carve out every rotten nest
Break the wall and shout the truth till surrounding floors protest
No more whispers hidden low let our righteous voices crest
Every line’s a truthful blow every verse stands up to test
Liars crumble to the ground when fair judgement comes in rest
I’m the reckoning you dread once the hollow