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Do mourn, the glory days are gone |
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Like roaches scattering under a beaming light |
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Run out of history's backstage |
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As your flags burn over spoiled |
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Eden Looted for you to waste |
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Kings of the hill, inflated frogs, staged heroes, die! |
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Altogether |
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World bowed in disrespect |
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Clenching teeth, towering hate |
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World won't ever know peace again! |
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In none we trust |
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Sowed salt within our soils |
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Fed us what even rats spit up |
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Perpetuating the times |
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When wealth spoke the speech |
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When wealth swung the whip |
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On sweat sown your power |
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Now harvest billions of enemies! |
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Oppression is deserved for who complies to fit within |
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It is fantasy freedom; tied to galleys we row |
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Docile on our way down the food chain |
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Livestock salivating at pellets in a trough |
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A fate to which we almost fell |
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Rolling meat screwed within the |
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Machine Silkworms soon to be boiled, all others denied awakening |
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Like cattle we were bred, raised and processed |
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Baited in with hopes for none to achieve |
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By scarecrows guarded under a gray sky |
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No wonder we were all afraid to open the cage, never... |
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Woe to you, mothers of all sores |
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Woe to the defeated |
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Great eagle fallen, feathered |
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In ire crowds come marching |
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Ignited, ablaze, exploding |
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Don't you smell the sour stench of demise? |
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Forseen all to nothing |