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I should have listened to her So hard to keep control We kept on eating but Our bloated belly's still not full She gave us all she had but We went and took some more Can't seem to shut her legs Our mother nature is a whore I got my propaganda I got revisionism I got my violence In high-def ultra-realism All a part of this great nation I got my fist I got my plan I got survivalism Hypnotic sound of siren Echoing through the street The cocking of the rifles The marching of the feet You see your world on fire Don't try to act surprised We did just what you told us Lost our faith along the way and found ourselves believing your lies I got my propaganda I got revisionism I got my violence In high-def ultra-realism All a part of this great nation I got my fist I got my plan I got survivalism All bruised and broken, bleeding She asked to take my hand I turned, just keep on walking But you'd do the same thing under in this circumstance I'm sure you'll understand I got my propaganda I got revisionism I got my violence In high-def ultra-realism All a part of this great nation I got my fist I got my plan I got survivalism You've got your pacifism, I've got survivalism