Текст песни 24 Hours

Focused on efficiency it's the path of isolation

That binds our eyes to a numb sympathy 24 hours

365 days possessed by the cash crop

Indifference becomes an esteemed virtue

Again information has been withhold

To ensure trademark stability

Exporting war- medical research

The benefit is based on slavery

Bodies 've been buried under the footprints of

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The glory sold as wisdom

Though we swallow pins and nails

Perverted abstract patterns

That place the pistol on our temples

Bodies 've been buried under the footprints of

Pharmaceutical efforts

Where amnesty leaves heroin graves

In a land where names disappear in the deserts

And profit is obtained by thieves and snakes