For too long cast aside, stripped of dignity, opportunity
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Countless sleepless days in underestimation
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But under these anxious, darkening leaves
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No word goes unheard
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And no deed is without compensation
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When the workers come to collect their wages
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Now the straw men are swaying in the distance
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The have-nots calling in the listless wind
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Whispering for retribution
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Waiting for some voice to call them
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From the bottom where you left them
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So onward friends from our battered homes
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Forward to the onrush of cast stones, crushed bones
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And the gallows
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A Text Message To The So-Called Emperor
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| Project 86 |
