GB

Taxed into submission
On every aspect of our lives
On water
On food
On gasoline
They tax us on our dreams

No matter how hard we try
To gather wealth through working
The strictly observed bureaucracies
Take away our earnings

Taxed on air
I could not breathe
Taxation on rain
My deserts forming
Crops will die
The sun keeps burning
In the pit of my stomach
Hunger
Groaning

Silently drifting despair
 Too the four winds calling
Infinity takes the sounds to her heart
Taxation should be falling

AGL










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