| By this we are all sustained: a belief in human nature
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| And in justice and parity… all we have is the faith to carry on
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| Imperceptible the change as our votes become mere gestures
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| And our lords and masters determine to cast us
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| In the roles of serfs and slaves
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| In the new empire’s name
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| Yes and every bloody emperor claims that freedom is his cause
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| As he buffs up on his common touch as a get-out clause
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| Unto nations nations speak in the language of the gutter;
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| Trading primetime insults the imperial impulse
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| Extends across the screen
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| Truth’s been beaten to its knees; |
| the lies embed ad infinitum
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| Till their repetition becomes a dictum
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| We’re traitors to disbelieve
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| With what impotence we grieve for the democratic process
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| As our glorious leaders conspire to feed us
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| The last dregs of imperious disdain
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| In the new empire’s name
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| Yes and every bloody emperor’s got his hands up history’s skirt
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| As he poses for posterity over the fresh-dug dirt
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| Yes and every bloody emperor with his sickly rictus grin
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| Talks his way out of nearly anything but the lie within
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| Because every bloody emperor thinks his right to rule divine
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| So he’ll go spinning and spinning and spinning into his own decline
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| Imperceptible the change as one by one our voices falter
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| And the double standards of propaganda
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| Still all our righteous rage
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| By this we are all sustained: our belief in human nature
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| But our faith diminishes — close to the finish
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| We’re only serfs and slaves
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| As the empire decays |