| Here again I find myself in the belly of the beast
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| Trying to make sense of all this ruin and decline
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| There’s no seat at the table for the beggars at the feast
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| Or anybody unprepared to toe the line
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| The dogs of war devour doves and beggars at the feet
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| Hawks and greedy leaders that clap along and bare their teeth
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| An insipid and compliant press in lockstep on the beat
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| Splashing three word slogans neither them or us believe
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| Oh please forgive that step into the dark
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| This road will lead us nowhere, this path will see us lost
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| Oh I guess everybody’s got a rubicon to cross
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| The future’s suffocating on an echo from the past
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| It’s all the same to me if you’re red, green, white, black or blue
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| It’s your hands that hold the reins, your only mandate is the truth
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| A guardian of future’s for the ragged and the bruised
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| A mouthpiece for the voiceless, not a vassal of the few
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| The saying goes that people get the leaders they deserve
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| Take a look at our leaders, I guess that makes us all absurd
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| Oh please forgive that step into the dark
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| This road will lead us nowhere, this path will see us lost
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| Oh I guess everybody’s got a rubicon to cross
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| The future’s suffocating on an echo from the past
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| The saying goes that people get the leaders they deserve
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| Here we are in the belly of the beast
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| The saying goes that people get the leaders they deserve |