Demockery
From the cradle
To the grave
Raised a follower
Born a slave
From all deceit
To all lies
Lived deceived
Betrayed, he dies
This is a tale
Of every man
Who did not rise up
Who did not take a stand
Stick your finger
To this “democracy”
This hypocrisy
I label thee: “Demockery”
It is time to take a stand
Rise against the ones at hand
Bite the fucking hand that feeds
Fight for all your wants and needs!
This is
What we need to do
Because if you don’t
That man, is you.
To the grave
Raised a follower
Born a slave
From all deceit
To all lies
Lived deceived
Betrayed, he dies
This is a tale
Of every man
Who did not rise up
Who did not take a stand
Stick your finger
To this “democracy”
This hypocrisy
I label thee: “Demockery”
It is time to take a stand
Rise against the ones at hand
Bite the fucking hand that feeds
Fight for all your wants and needs!
This is
What we need to do
Because if you don’t
That man, is you.
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| Auteur: DaemonicAngel | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Anastacia | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 19 november 2007 | ||
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