Golden is the night time, catcher in the rye, the beauty of the owl, trees falling to the sky-Look up to the spire well, the flight of the sun, in the emerald flames I see treason in your eyes
Born onto the night, and dangerous, nothing important to see here, shed through light, the fallen rites, Thunder striking the enemy above and within- The were driven out and banished, traps were laid in the house of the unholy ones, owning the night, the predators, the day when the hunter became the prey of night
They were told to play a game, they were always out to blame, they were screaming out enemy, enemy, They were told what to say, they were planted to betray, they were screaming at the enemy, enemy of war
Raise a glass, here's a shot to Lady Liberty, to the fog of war approaching, slay not your brother, Lady Justice wrap your arms around her tight, they were born to jump, driven into battle, slaughtered, and the vultures circled round and round, sweet kiss from Lady Liberty, Mother Earth become the womb again!
Some were told to play a game, some were never out to blame, some were screaming out enemy, enemy, there were bodies on the trail they were calling to be saved, they were screaming out enemy, enemy, enemy, enemy
Save your prayers for another day, the bedevilled ones came overturning the faith, they would laugh when they took the bait, turned their backs on an oath they swore they'd never betray, no!
They were never going away, they were driving you insane, they were calling out enemy, enemy, there were bodies on the trail they were screaming to be saved, they were planted there, enemy, enemy

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