Blinded by satellites
Is this theory sealed air-tight
Because your lies
Are better than the truth
We never expected this from you
And the bombs on a hundred city streets
Like this is Apocalypse: Me
No the Apocalypse is now
And we're marching on the town
So wave your banner
They're dividing up the dead
Too many stretchers
On too few ambulences
You can't cover up your eyes because you've got no hands
The city sleeps in their demise
The people rest on their demands
You never served your purpose
And you'll never stop this
A thousand people march
To the pulse of a thousand hearts
So drop bodies
Or drop down
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