| Low and behold…
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| The media is in unrest and the public is in tensions
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| All because they silenced him too late
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| Apprehending the members, presuming their power
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| Living in fear and a paranoid state
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| A false identity
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| Nevertheless they’re still after me
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| I was framed yet they have me on tape
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| Erase any hopes to escape…
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| Erase any hopes to escape
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| Peace… at a price!
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| Lives are sacrificed
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| Helpless and laced with hate
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| In prison for years, that’s the meaning of pain
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| With words as their weapon they stir shit in this scare
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| Intensifying conspiracies to save them from despair
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| Now they’ve got a corpse lying on the Capital’s steps
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| Preamble to the crisis that’s in store for them next
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| Spying for a foreign power convicted of treason
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| A New McCarthy-ist era twice in size
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| Now it’s up to them and their discretion
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| Before the whole system is paralyzed
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| Blind… leading the blind
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| They’ve dine it once; |
| they’ll do it again
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| Speak just one word of it though
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| If your wish is to be dead…
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| If your wish is to be dead
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| Seditions in Peacetime; |
| gotta watch what you say
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| Before they show up at your door and drag you away
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| A clear and present danger… that's so far away
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| While the proven guilty are sentenced to stay
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| Resistance to the law is put to the test
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| Next in line for persecution and arrest
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| You’re next for arrest!
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| Silence his screams
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| He’s introducing a panic
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| Formulating a fervor
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| In pursuit of the moles and spies…
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| Seditions in Peacetime!
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| Six feet under are those who’d protest
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| Freedoms completely restricted
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| Those who died… consider them blessed |