| These images of the television heads
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| Spouting promises that disappear in days
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| Move and shift as we cross the Styx
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| And the carnival slips out of town
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| Past ideas never did us anything
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| The rolling stone of progress flattened us
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| We move and shift as the Rubicon laps
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| At the fast of the masses that never return
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| You quench your thirst with ashes
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| You plant your seeds in sand
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| And watch as weeds devour
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| You pride these institutions that glorify disease
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| One thousand knives have stabbed
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| The backs of those you’ve deceived
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| You can’t get there from here
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| The beaten path’s a dead end road
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| Burning bridges coming down again
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| We hope and pray for a leader to come
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| Our new world man realized
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| Is the jackal enthroned with his suit and phone?
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| The financial demon’s arrived
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| Hype and praise for the avaricious way
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| All sacrifices must be made
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| Get in line and put the noose on your neck
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| There’s plenty of rope for us all
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| You think you make the difference
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| Yet you ingest their gruel
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| And reek with stench of profit
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| You pride these institutions that glorify disease
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| One thousand knives have stabbed
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| The backs of those you’ve deceived
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| You can’t get there from here
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| The beaten path’s a dead end road
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| Burning bridges coming down again
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| The crowd is shifting the target’s getting closer
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| The bastard smiles with his sinister grin, yeah
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| It’s retribution, no mercy ever given
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| The wolf is howling as the sheep devour |