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I live inside

The trenches of my own mind

Wallowing in

My own filth

I consumed the lies

They told me my whole Life

Every leader is a fucking shill

Behind the curtain

I lift the scales from my eyes

I see for certain

The bartering of all our time

Toiling away

My life force drained from me slowly

My time, I will bide

Waiting for the day

The day we rise

Black and red to the sky

Guns raised, flags held high

Bastardized pantheon

Elected to die

Money talks

But I'm going deaf

Wars waged

On widows wept

Clocks unwound

Life unbound

Debt paid

To those in the ground

Place your hands upon the scales

Pressure the paradigm

Place your hands upon the scales

Pressure

The paradigm

With bullets passed down

From the widows who've wept

To those in the ground

This promise will be kept

I live inside the trenches of my own mind

Basking in this glorious contempt

Toiling away

My life force drained from me slowly

My time, I will bide

Waiting for the day

The day we rise

Black and red to the sky

Guns raised, flags held high

Bastardized pantheon

Elected to die