every morning brings the same actors rushing to the game lives are measured by a line losers drown themselves in wine echoes of the fatal fall rumblings of the bowling ball green the light on every side red the colour that we hide marbling of the easy meat pain the message of these feet little more that we can take of the messes that you make humming swiftly on the wire news comes of the spreading fire failure speaks louder than truth not allowed regret or ruth each lie makes us hate some more hate the worker hate the poor hate the ones who won't obey hate the night and hate the day hate the ones who will not sing praises to the mighty king always love the noble whip keep a tight and silent lip do all this and we will thrive truth and justice can't survive
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