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Poison and turmoil

no blood for "war" oil

Flooding, and death and despair

Warming and changes

destroying the pages of truth

from a Hypocrite's chair

You should feel the shame,

the shame of suicide in your name

You say I must change my life

or face "imminent strife"

while you're taxing the same power grid,

But you're no different fool and we won't

follow you

while you burn the same things you forbid

Where's the shame in your dead conscience?

Now where's the shaming?

Where's the shame in your dead conscience?

Now where's the shaming?

Poison and turmoil

no blood for "war" oil

Flooding, and death and despair

Warming and changes

destroying the pages of truth

from a Hypocrite's chair