| Sycophants storm the gate
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| In vermin hordes they swarm
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| Contorted faces gripping torches in the afterglow
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| First they castigate, then they obfuscate
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| Truth is the void where reality will end
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| The foulest walk among us
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| Janus-faced and starry-eyed
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| March to the piper’s tune
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| Like rats they’ll follow, you just need a song to lead them
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| Servants fawning, I disavow
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| This vile calling, I disavow
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| Who fears the anarchist? |
| Who fears the terrorist?
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| Truth is the void where reality will end
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| Fictionaries fabricate
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| And vaccinate the minds of youth
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| Posturing partisans
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| Who fuel this nightmare with their solipsistic bullshit
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| Servants fawning, I disavow
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| This vile calling, I disavow
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| Swastikinder, casualties of reason
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| Your god’s a man of straw
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| Ventriloquists, veritas in absentia
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| Archetypes of a species yet to come
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| The die is cast, no question’s ever answered
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| A downward spiral into vertigo’s arms
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| Who fears the anarchist? |
| Who fears the terrorist?
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| Truth is the void where reality will end
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| A dialectic death-waltz
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| Called «cards against reality»
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| A game we each play alone
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| As gaslit martyrs for the overlords that feed us
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| Servants fawning, I disavow
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| This vile calling, I disavow and repudiate in full
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| These jackals spit the venom of deception
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| Sleepwalk, no rest for the ignorant
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| Who cry wolf as their dragged from the womb
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| Dry-dox, the pitchfork procession trolls on and you are next |