emergency dispatch i
think something's wrong
with words its so
hard to construe
the images follow a
dream through a song
the nightmare has
finally come true
rhetorical speeches
are made on the screen
to shut us up
and rest assure
an obviously panicked
media machine
is testing the will
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mission complete
we lost control
suddenly frightened
by it all to
put it simply we
will never be the same
there is no redemption
in this war so
please don't forget
what this is for
cause that's how
our history is made
security cop with
their hands in the air
now everyone rises
from the lassiez faire
we can empty the cup but
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without an enemy to kill
kill the blood of the
innocent is spilled
to put it lightly we
are not wanting to see
prepare yourself
for disaster now
so few are sane here anyhow
i realize that words
don't justify the pain
set up the guillotine
and televise the execution
we have to ask ourselves
can we feel safe?
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believe without lie
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believe without lie
you can't spell
believe without lie
you can't spell
believe without lie
you can't spell
believe without lie
you can't spell
believe without lie
you can't spell
believe without lie
you can't spell
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