Their minds enjoy Deliverance
The taste of Change
Newborn Freedom as a precious gift
Acquired through sweat and Blood
An upgraded Sun shines on their
Foreheads graced with Pride
A peaceful Moon watches over
Their Souls at sleep
Behind the curtain new Masters conceive
A better dress for their System
The Regime will show its modern,
Bright colors in the light of Day
Logos will be Transformed
Slogans shall be Rewritten
Songs will be Reprocessed
History shall be Reformatted
Purified thought Process
Everything it seems has Changed
The same old Game will be replayed
The Puppets hands will move along
The chants of Great Men
And Lambs will still be enslaved
And Lambs will still be slaughtered
Will the Sirens sing their lullabies
As bloody Flowers rain from an Empty,
Grey old Sky meant to Stay...
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