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Homer's inkwell runs dry

No one left to sing your songs

How will you explain our shattered future?

Speak no truth

Hear no lies

Pawns rule as mighty kings in disguise

Empty words line the streets

As you crawl through the mire

No one to die for your cause

Lift the veil and you'll see

Our cups filled to the brim

Once we take the reins of tomorrow

Are's sword has fallen

No one left to fight your wars

Righteous anger feeds all save the living

Speak no truth

Hear no lies

Pawns rule as mighty kings in disguise

Empty words line the streets

As you crawl through the mire

No one to die for your cause

Lift the veil and you'll see

Our cups filled to the brim

Once we take the reins of tomorrow