lyrics
It's a Peacock mentality, who's got the brightest feathers who's got the sharpest beak, I don't want it at all. In your bible of a magazine, who's got the best diet who's clothes define me I don't want it at all.
CHORUS: The root of all evil needs to be plucked from the ground. They can see your breath in the air so please, don't make a sound.
Consume, consume until your stitches bust survival of the fittest saves the upper crust well I don't want it at all. While theres starving kids facing machine guns another casualty for your war on love, I don't want it at all.
CHORUS: The root of all evil needs to be plucked from the ground. They can see your breath in the air so please, don't make a sound.
They've got a camera on the corner they're gonna keep you safe. But it's Atlantis in america and black gold in the sea. You can open that treasure chest, turn the key but all you'll find is greed.
CHORUS: The root of all evil needs to be plucked from the ground. They can see your breath in the air so please, don't make a sound.
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Devolve,
released 20 December 2011
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