There's nowhere left to hide
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from the fatman and all his lies
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a TV puppet-politician
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He thinks his words so fine
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great, important, and divine
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a 20th century magician
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in reality he's nothing but a shark
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He appears to be a shadow in the dark
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He's making rules and laws
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to satisfy his greed paws
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He's got this art down to perfection
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Ideals improvised
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what's good for him is legalised
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for he's the leader of the nation
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but a dog that bites
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will seldom ever bark
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all his slogans fade to nothingness
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for he is but a shadow in the darkness
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every step they take
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every move they make
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everything is fake
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just an illusion
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madmen rise and fall
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many heads may roll
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but they don't care at all
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and sow confusion
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Their perverted schemes
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are reaching their peak
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insanity reigns
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Simple parasites
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they feed off the weak
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posessing their brains
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undercover of the titles they hold
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that makes them so bold
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another blindman trips and falls
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and deaf men cannot hear at all
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they smile towards
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their self destruction
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yes-men nod and bow their heads
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could own their own minds but instead
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they're just like puppets of corruption
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and they play their game while corpses
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pave their way
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and they'll force a smile
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until the day the racing shadows
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finally fade away
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there's a fire burning in our hearts
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it throws a light upon their dubious talk
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let the fire burn
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to disclise all their lies
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let them play their games
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but be true to yourself
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and the flames will rage
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until the day
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the racing shadows finally fade away
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Racing Shadows
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| Eloy |
