Thousand days waiting and here it comes Four hundred hours work for a second of fun The rattle of the cavity, the sound for the ears Shakes and throws around the world for millions of years Feel my might Petrols been hijacked, made good for the word Streamlined operation, the subject of good Discourse is conventional, so splitting the mold The patterns seeming obvious, the premise unfolds Stripped and bone naked, the eating cold Fortune for lovers lies, blind soul Cast among the garbage, shoulder soil A world of young peasants neverending toil Leave the petty beggars to their own end Blistered and corroded for dividends Hasten the burning with the breath of fools Left to fighting stinging stench, corrupted rule
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