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Bite the hand that feeds;
Those hands don't feed for free.
Rip their filthy carrot from the stick.

They're feeding what we've grown;
They've stolen all we've sown.
And now we're done shoveling their shit.

Turn on all the lights;
Let’s illuminate the night.
And see who's really in control.

We'll see who's really rich,
Discover which is which,
When we return everything they stole.

They'll say, "Let's not fight."
Like they're not the parasite.
Like they're not the ones that started the attack.

But we're done being fooled,
Sick of being ruled.
Let the vampires know that we bite back.

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