Empty promises with gasconade,
Eating the nation's papers with exultation.
Assemble to make laws,
Dissemble to violate natural rights.
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The face we wear, a facade of deceit
Concealing what lies beneath our feet
A mask to hide the truth we fear
And mask the pain that's always near
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Beneath the lake, in Gray-town's hollow,
A fertile field once breathed and grew
A place of plenty, whispered immortality,
Where no grave ever took root.
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