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Liar, Liar... Liars, how far is far enough? When will you stop this? |
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Just when is your work done? Who do you think you are? |
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Children, playing dress-up with dad's guns? Shouting orders from bitter blackened lungs, |
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The grandest drunken brawl, the talking heads will praise your valor. |
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The crimson gore of the martyr bathed in the light of the sun. |
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A monolith forged in fire, praised by poisoned tongues. |
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The sheep, when led to the slaughter, despite their urges to run, |
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Must heed the call of their shepherds until there are none. Liars. |
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Vultures, cowards in the sky, are now descending on the bones of what has died. |
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Their mothers must be so proud of them for doing just as they were told, |
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Spending their lifetime being bought and sold. |
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I'll see your Ruby Ridge, and I will raise you one Jonestown. |
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The crimson gore of the martyr bathed in the light of the sun. |
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A monolith forged in fire, praised by poisoned tongues. |
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The sheep, when led to the slaughter, despite their urges to run, |
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Must heed the call of their shepherds until there are none. |
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A battle less cloak and dagger, and much better publicized. |
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The towering weight of a nation, it's better not to fight. Liars. |
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It's haunting to think that our hands are what built this thing before our eyes, |
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But rest assured it is real and it will not stop until it controls our lives. |
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You liars, how far is far enough? When will you stop this? |
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Just when is your work done? Who do you think you are? |
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Children, playing dress-up with dad's guns? Shouting orders from bitter blackened lungs, |
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The grandest drunken brawl, the talking heads will praise you. |
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I'll see your Ruby Ridge, and I will raise you one Jonestown. |