| A grim charade, this jester’s race
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| Its bleakness washes over me
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| This overpowered farce, technocratic state
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| Needs to be put back into its place
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| All the shit you throw now comes back at you
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| That’s when you wake up and realise
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| That this war cannot be won
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| The truth hits hard, the walls come down
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| Your nightmare has just begun
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| It’s a total invasion, devaluation, degeneration
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| Of your lust for wealth and power
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| Your pointless rules and accusations
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| The price to pay for the greedy nations
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| There’s no-one to help you now
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| Your threats mean nothing now
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| No-one to help you now
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| Your threats mean nothing
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| It’s a total invasion, devaluation, degeneration
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| Of your lust for wealth and power
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| Your pointless wars and accusations
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| The price to pay for the dying nations
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| No-one to help you now |