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With fear they bend your ear, words darken the season. |
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With pride their shallow ride, vanity's believing. |
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Riding high but my soul is all tore down. |
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Gathering momentum, into the ground. |
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These words are tainted, dis-info-tainment. |
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What I see is acid to all logic, but it's alright. |
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This light is darkness but it's alright. |
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Overlord needs no sword. |
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The brow that beats, the sheep don't speak. |
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But it's alright. |
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The wool is on the whites of their eyes. |
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The viral clone of virtue. |
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Twisted words cast shadow across the bald faced truth. |
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The shadow caste is getting longer. |
