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Created on: June 21, 2007
When there's nowhere left to go,
and the time is short and fleeting,
and the masses all succumb
to the constant social beating,
when the days go by and days go by,
and days go by and days go by,
that is where the truth will be,
the truth will be repeating...
"COME YE, FUTILE SOULS AND GHOSTS"
"WAGE WAR, FOR THE WORLDLY HOSTS"
"THE ONES WHOM TELL YOU WHAT TO DO"
"UNTIL THE ENDS WILL SILENCE YOU"
The powers being, always be.
Thats just the way it is, you see.
They're over you, they're over me,
and only you can set you free.
When war comes home, and alls alone,
your begging someone, "throw a bone."
They throw you pebbles, cry and moan,
America has turned to Rome.
America has turned to Rome
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