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Land%Of%Treason

Land of treason- waste no reason- we are breathing fire
We're packs of dogs- we're enemies of men- we are not desired
Our faces show- we've grown cold- but have not conspired
Old hearts gone- the suture's on- mother nations mired
I like a receptacle for the chosen dead, we find our bodies clawed
And with the scent of death, we find that we are not so very awed
Loyalties burned- the words are blurred- overturn your own
Walk the dogs and watch the doors- have your other stone
Stop the toys that march disordered- calculate the thrones
Feel the pulse descending- decaying hallowed tomes
In the starving sense you worship- the nations of debris
You wear a cost of sewage- that you've never even seen
The time is now- the vicious here- a stolen dinner code
The licence of the savage land- that you've always sold
So bite the hand that needs you and bless another coal
The virus never issues- from a cotton so very old
As the lights come down and the guilty blaze; another sort of road
You wash your hands and start to climb the ladder that you stole
Slip the latch- and spin the sword- the money lords are poor
Push the tank- that rolls downhill- their sense of doom absorbed
Still the cat that breaks the night- tie him to the core
Chase the virtue that believes- that what's right is scored
It's a senseless cash in of right for right- what's wrong is never gone
And left is just a bastion for the fools golden dawn

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