Shoehorn!

The fiends have gagged a generation of pacified fools,
Bound by our greed a nation enslaved as corporate tools.
Arise and race the legacy of their lies,
To realize that this in itself is an ascension,
Towards the day we revolt.
As the seeds you've cast away take hold,
War will be born.
Rejoice, the age of the fall has begun,
We'll dance as the palaces burn.
A shot gun blast into the face of deceit,
You'll gain your just reward.
We'll not rest until the purge is complete,
You will reap what you've sown.
My redemption lies in your demise.
In such a world as this does one dare to think for himself?
The paradox of power and peace will destroy itself,
To know the truth and live in fear of no man.
To realize that this in itself is an ascension,
Toward the day we revolt.
As the seeds you've cast away take hold,
War will be born.
Rejoice, the age of the fall has begun,
We'll dance as the palaces burn.
My redemption lies in your demise.
Rejoice, the age of the fall has begun.
We'll dance as the palaces burn.

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