Robotic return to the hand that feeds,
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With no concern for the wounds that bleed,
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Moving forward like a leaderless soldier,
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Someday you’ll move on, but it’s never over.
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Take your restraints off.
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Forget your war’s lost.
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Better keep your fingers crossed,
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You’ll need the luck!
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And just carry on,
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Stand at ease.
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You will do just as they please!
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You’re sick and time’s run out,
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With new found sense of doubt,
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Like a walking time bomb, maybe
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Now he sees that freedoms not so free.
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Your soul is up for hire!
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Your smoke never meant fire!
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You take the good, completely numb.
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Accept the worst, a rule of thumb.
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Can’t feel the hurt set in.
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And just carry on,
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Stand at ease.
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You will do just as they please!
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You’re sick and time’s run out,
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With new found sense of doubt,
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Like a walking time bomb, maybe
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Now he sees that freedoms not so free.
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(All rise! All rise!)
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Dismissed by judge and jury
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(All lies! All lies!)
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Strayed paths result in fury
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You’re sick and time’s run out,
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With new found sense of doubt,
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Like a walking time bomb, maybe
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Now he sees that freedoms not so free.
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Time Bomb
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| Bigwig |
