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Breath of the Pit700 bodies, down there in the poleAnd the dictator denies that they're there at all Buried alive, hands behind their backs And what's left, from the machete attacks The global factions' reactions are slow Unless extracting oil from below Yes, they're starving, but they don't know And does the world care? No use appealing for help from the Wast The banks are dealing the cards they love best Fiscal bleeding, with massive interest Breath, of the pit. Multi nationals steal diamonds and gold The slaves of corruption have souls to be sold As the dictator loses control He loads a freighter with army pay-roll Where can he hide the billions he stole? Saudi Arabis Out of Africa, take what you can And let China infest all the land With bags of Yuan That burns in their hands Breath, of the pit. |