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Phineas P. Gage (1823 – May 21, 1860) was an American railroad construction foreman remembered for his improbable survival of an accident in which a large iron rod was driven completely through his head, destroying much of his brain's left frontal lobe, and for that injury's reported effects on his personality and behavior over the remaining twelve years of his life—
Long known as the "American Crowbar Case"—
Gage is a fixture in the curricula of neurology, psychology, and related disciplines (see Neuroscience), "a living part of the medical folklore" frequently mentioned in books and scientific papers; he even has a minor place in popular culture. Despite this celebrity, the body of established fact about Gage and what he was like (before or after his injury) is small, which has allowed "the fitting of almost any theory [desired] to the small number of facts we have"—
We're enslaved.
Hit-men sent out to the south to increase the cash flow,
Stealing the fruit of their work until all hope is gone.
Where's the reward for the hours that you have sweat away?
We are trading our lives, paid in blood, one hour at a time.
This is war
War against man
War is at home
Closing in!
(KICK that shit in)
This is war
War against man
War is at home
Closing in!
What will you do when they come for what is yours?
How long will it take for you to open your mother fucking eyes?
This ain't conspiracy,
This is for real my man.
Shame!
They got you right where they want you to be.
We're enslaved.
Suckers for tragedy,
Too painful to realize,
You're watching your children die,
One by one.
Don't look back on sinking ships,
Don't lose heart, stay with me.
This is war
War against man
War is at home
Closing in!
What will you do when they come for what is yours?
How long will it take for you to open your mother fucking eyes?
This ain't conspiracy,
This is for real my man.
Maybe it's all in my mind,
But do you really think that they would really care
If you live or if you died?
You can't close your eyes.
Hit-men sent out to the south to increase the cash flow,
Stealing the fruit of their work one hour at a time.