Cortisol

I used to dream when I was young
 But now, I don't feel a thing
 Cortisol is overloaded
 The rich don't care to think
 Our love, our home, our octopus
 Our vision, of the sun
 The woman is the whipping boy
 And the witch, is stoned to death
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 Feel the sun, lord
 See him dying
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 Free food, incubation, floating in the womb of love
 Shot out, in exaltation, catapulted in direction of
 The suit, the noose, assembled, by the goon
 Nature feeds the savagery
 And the human, moulds the brute
 Feel the sun, see him dying
 Fear the sun, see him dying
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 "That's one small step for man
 One giant leap back to the drawing board"
 Feel the sun, see him dying
 Fear the sun, see him dying
 Feel the sun, see him dying
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 Fear the sun, see him dying