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Silence is your agenda and youre hearing but noise where it is not you who's to speak
order is your assignment and you conceive of chaos, where you don't exercise and wield your staunch

Control
Those who feel afraid
Do well to look frightening
Your utopia is worse than our nightmares
You only feel secure enough if you're already scared of yourself You only feel home when the exits are sealed

Hear
The good news

A scenery of chaos sets the tone for your diplomacy
Bring us in the mood to find your violence attractive
Fear makes us believe that oppression is our destiny
Silence our conscience
Convince us of our privilege by making our neighbours suffer Scarcity, precariousness and creeping instability

We are the slaves to an idol
So age old as it is malign
Its a rat race daily

We would break our spines for our pride
For any minute of rest we feel disdained and contrite

We are slaves to an idol

Locked away years ago
and buried the idea of perfect warfare
In a time humanity had all it needs
they erased their last chance for freedom

People shall be punished
for that mistake
but their burden is the heaviest