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The Postman Syndrome
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Order of Levin
Get the farmhands loose At this stage of the game We can't afford to feign ignorance [?]the seeds of doubt, buried in the eucharist
Fellows, raise your axe Or no more claim this [?] [?]its all the same through toil
In tune, won't satisfy This pig is running a mill [?]see from our windowsill Whose lies [?]turning [?]first Fallacy through saints With [?]royalty in check We will undress
Propaganda, propaganda Sleep tight and put your faith in the commender
Can't say that I don't know my work Can't say that I don't know my tools Can't say that I don't do my share in the fields A claim that I have [?]and excused A subjugation works, sovereignty ensues Once I dare expose who they wound I will be, I will loot
Tell me do you find it fair That I run with bears [?]hear nothing but complaints From every [?]single drop and spill So don't look for pity here Don't think evil is spared Don't mistake my spills for tears
Forced to retreat Strong wills unwound Everything new will be old again Contents revealed We seal discontent The end - A victory I've won
Can't say I don't cross my fingers Pray that they don't cry murder again Such a lonely cause, such a lonely cause When did roles become heavy again
Evening won't come to my aid But then morning may again We return to [?] Sting in their eyes Evening won't come to my aid But then morning may again We offend [?] Sting in their eyes
Now it's back to the fields Now it's back to the earth Now it's back to crying murder again
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