Hero - 2013/07/30

Gone gone gone
His visage caught on a fickle breeze
Mute mute mute
May the town crier never speak again
Dead dead dead
Locked up for as long as they please

Free free free
To exist within an impenetrable cage
Dumb dumb dumb
Pawns ignorant of what was sacrificed
Late late late
Wearing their armor of irrational rage

March march march
Never question the path which we walk
Chant chant chant
Whisper lies which cleanse your soul
Gag gag gag
But never tell them how much you balk

Dig dig dig
I hope your humanity can rest in peace
Pray pray pray
That your soul fares better than you
Wail wail wail
For your soul you do not own the lease

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