Two hell of the blunders
Following us from behind
Like coldblooded hunters
Relentless in their quest
But unaware a sparrow chirps
The blunder we chose a king
The blunder we embraced
Simulation of being free thing
In a country guarded by barbed-wire sucks
But unaware a sparrow chirps
The king’s ever more repressive
Pseudo freedom breeds the aggressive
The spawning country bombs about to explode
In the backyard of our reason
But unaware a sparrow chirps
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