Dictate this letter,nit states your life is not yours at all,nand sign it with paternal lovenfrom the authors of advanced capital.nTheir weapons of contemptnsent to conquer heartsnor continents,nnegotiation,naccommodation,nor the spray jobs of death squad assassination.nnThey carve their marks in your fleshnto attest to the factnthat we can't forgive and we won't forget.nnCapitalist will Capitalize on each and every situatino,nhearts or dollars--nthe bottom line,nsadly the common preoccupation.nBury contradictions in unmarked shallow graves,nbut remember the undead lie restless in their tomb.nnThey carve their marks...nnThere are questions,nsimple questions they do not want you to ask,nshould you choose noto to choosenthe least resistant path,ntheir only answer for youn(and history tends to prove),nthey'll bathe your wounds like Patrice Lamumbanin an acid vat.nnAnd I know everything you sayngets spit back in your face,nit's all so hard to separate.nAnd I know every time you tryna thousand knives stuck in your side,nbut that won't allow you to hide.nnThey carve their marks...