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They seek us out, the stage is set.
for the powers that be to cast their net.
in a sea of greed, a weed never meant to be
with deadly spores it spreads.
Betrayed by a distorted dream.
I have no mouth but I want to scream.
Importunities for the political dynasties!

Voices of reason (Drowned in the flood)
Of policies crafted (Not for the common good)

Divide and conquer us.
Suppress and slaughter us.
The elites conspire with hearts of stone
in their quest for the ultimate throne.
Under a tyrant's fist.
Last chance to resist.
Democracy is dead,
So long as the autocrats are fed.

It's just a nod to the audience, paraded to the gallery.
It's the perfect host for full control, over a twisted reality.

In the halls where they breed deceit.
they'll tie our hands and feet
to the cart of relentless toil.
Always the labour yet never the spoil.
For every voice silenced, ten more ignite and,
In the shadows, they gather, ready to fight.

Voices of reason (Drowned in the flood)
Of policies crafted (Not for the common good)

It's just a nod to the audience, cheering on the fallacy.
It's the perfect host for full control, over a twisted reality.

It's just a nod to the audience, paraded to the gallery.
It's the perfect host for full control, over a twisted reality.

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