March march march to the beat of the drum
Lock and
Lost in the depths of your hapless facade
Your pious contempt
I heard your name the other day
And it cut me
I am the prince of the burning shores
Selling the promise
The world sags beneath our weight
Parasites, we suck it dry
Like
Swirling all around you
Are the rumors people spread
Vicious lies that
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