lies from the leader
the thick black taste comes in on a wave
spills inside & steals the life
fills us with heat that seems to make us weak
begging now for a moment's peace
he told us it'd feel so good
& I expected so much more
we shot it straight into our blood
& it left us dying on the floor
he told us it was safe & surefire
& sent the men out to the streets
no one dares to call him a liar
so now we march to our defeat
he told us it'd feel so good
& I expected so much more
we shot it straight into our blood
& it left us dying on the floor
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