We claim were free
Yet we face death
And the decree
Then what is left?
Hypocrisy
With all the lies
Democracy
Fools the unwise
We the people
Standing united
Piercing steeple
Now were blighted
These false idols
Rule with power
Concealed isles
Proves they cower
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