We are brought in
To a world set with costums
And the way we live by
May not be the correct format
What we do know, is that it works
And these rules enforce protection amongst chaos
Over time the burden has grown
The descending Market blown
Decoding cases for missing remnants
Sorrow for ones wishing revenants
'Parties' struggling to obtain the worlds future
Will we be the ones, to see the worlds muter?
Dont believe he tried his very best
Bush's outcome dispersed a mess
Living the world republic same
Un-aware of life defiled by change
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