You may think we're making progress, but I don't.
With Donald Trump apparently going pussy-assed Globalist on us, I see a new coalition forming around, "We can't trust the rabble anymore."
If you don't know what to make of it, I will warn you, "Your head is next on the stake. Don't step out of line."
Harmlessly passing your time in the grassland away
Only dimly aware of a certain unease in the air
You better watch out
There may be dogs about
I've looked over Jordan, and
I have seen Things are not what they seem
What do you get for pretending the danger's not real
Meek and obedient you follow the leader
Down well trodden corridors into the valley of steel
What a surprise!
A look of terminal shock in your eyes
Now things are really what they seem
No, this is no bad dream
And when you lose control,
You'll reap the harvest you have sown
And as the fear grows,
The bad blood slows and turns to stone
And it's too late to lose the weight
You used to need to throw around
So have a good drown
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