A supression of the truth
A factory line of frowns and grey
Drowning their songs in morbid redtape
Holding their machines to eradicate the fascists
Living in the nature of decay
A coffin rests open for display
The face of a dream died in vain
Pretend skeletons rearrange the demise of
a wandering mind
That is revolutionary, open and strong
Whispers of fate unite in embers of great force
That rewind explosions of the destitute and…
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