The voices clash and debate So many wrongs to right Their bleeding heats flow neverending Like their appetites Left on a front line they cant defend Why try to pretend? Spouting invectives One way directives Sleep well, nightwatchman Privilege has its own objectives Blind ambitions Death processions Selling our tragedies Emotional pornography redeemed Partisans, wake the world to sorrow Pantagruels, rouse your buried woe Partisans, face your black tomorrow Swans songs from deaths throat Boiling in a plight of circumstance, dismayed Running off when raging seas get rough to save themselves We all know this ship is sinking fast The Captains on his own The devils die is cast, for Eschaton You fuel the problems you profess to solve... Our weary world embedded With avarice and vice Like insects locked in amber, Theyre corpses locked in ice With silence their companion And death their destination They tread, slogging onward, Callously unchanged
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