Our alarms have failed!
They praised the selfish, wicked motivators,
they very ones who they swore to betray to the people!
Those alarms who were commissioned to challenge the power,
promising transparency,
promising assured caused,
promised a challenged power that feared doing its people wrong.
Then they sang songs of justly death!
They sang the lies of the wicked,
the hell-bent death bringers.
Greed, gold and their riches.
Who knows more? Those who toil for steel or those who toil for gold?
The dead bull -- embalmed in blood gold,
deep-fried in the lives of the followers.
It's alright though, let's, just forget about it.
Let's forget about the terrible things that never happened.
That one over there? Take his whistle!
It betrays that cause, now mine.
Cut his neck like he's a traitor and pool his blood at the feet of the war beasts who stomp on.
Cut his neck like he betrayed his cause, the cause that we all loved from early on.
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