Lo, spring has sprung and the town is ris'
The new day illuminates the concrete
Tower blocks are drooling their shadows
As far as the eye can see
Suits and smackheads are staggering
Forming feeble fists inside their pockets
Too weak and tired to realise
Stop in their tracks and trace them back
To when false light was honest black
In the bad old days
They fed it to you cold and watched you vomit
In the modern life
They sugar all the information
In the bad old days
No detrimental fail could be afforded
In the modern life
Fat hands and shoddy work are all that remain
Cheers for any truth, no matter how dire
Fall from the mouth of Legion
We knew your name
Comfort offered in the flab of your fiction
Buys you time to flee the ruins
I know your game
Past tyrants all erased
And shadows in their place
Always there, affecting
Behind us, directing all
So headless we blunder
This madness is thunder
It's screaming to tell me
This whole world will sell me out
Lo, spring has sprung and the town is ris'
Demented hunters chase the vermin
Watch your tower blocks come toppling down
Close the town and all the escape routes
For all your progress revolution still prevails
So shit your pants, cry like an infant
May your last words be your only truth
Look at your pathetic flapping tongue

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