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Land of treason-waste no reason-we are breathing fire<br />We're packs of dogs-we're enemies of men-we are not desired<br />Our face show-we've grown cold-but have not conspired<br />Old hearts gone-the suture's on-mother nations mired<br />I like a recepticle for the chosen dead, we find our bodies clawed<br />And with the scent of death, we find that we are not so very awed<br /><br />Loyalties burned-the words our blurred-overturn your own<br />Walk the dogs and watch the doors-have your other stone<br />Stop the toys that march disordered-calculate the thrones<br />Feel the pulse descending-decaying hallowed tomes<br />In the starving sense you worship-the nations of debris<br />You wear a cost of sewage-that you've never ever seen<br /><br />The time is now-the vicious here-a stolen dinner code<br />The license of the savage land-that you've always sold<br />So bite the hand that needs you and bless another coal<br />The virus never issues-from a cotton so very old<br />As the lights come down and the guilty blaze; another sort of road<br />You wash your hands and start to climb the ladder that you stole<br /><br />Slip the hatch-and spin the sword-the money lords are poor<br />Push the tank-that rolls downhill-their sense of dream absorbed<br />Still the cat that breaks the night-tie him to the core<br />Chase the viruses that believe-that what's right is scored<br />It's a senseless cash in of right for right-what's wrong is never gone<br />And left is just a bastion for the fools golden dawn
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Land of treason-waste no reason-we are breathing fire<br />We're packs of dogs-we're enemies of men-we are not desired<br />Our face show-we've grown cold-but have not conspired<br />Old hearts gone-the suture's on-mother nations mired<br />I like a recepticle for the chosen dead, we find our bodies clawed<br />And with the scent of death, we find that we are not so very awed<br /><br />Loyalties burned-the words our blurred-overturn your own<br />Walk the dogs and watch the doors-have your other stone<br />Stop the toys that march disordered-calculate the thrones<br />Feel the pulse descending-decaying hallowed tomes<br />In the starving sense you worship-the nations of debris<br />You wear a cost of sewage-that you've never ever seen<br /><br />The time is now-the vicious here-a stolen dinner code<br />The license of the savage land-that you've always sold<br />So bite the hand that needs you and bless another coal<br />The virus never issues-from a cotton so very old<br />As the lights come down and the guilty blaze; another sort of road<br />You wash your hands and start to climb the ladder that you stole<br /><br />Slip the hatch-and spin the sword-the money lords are poor<br />Push the tank-that rolls downhill-their sense of dream absorbed<br />Still the cat that breaks the night-tie him to the core<br />Chase the viruses that believe-that what's right is scored<br />It's a senseless cash in of right for right-what's wrong is never gone<br />And left is just a bastion for the fools golden dawn
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