The break down begins
When the black knight says
The other leaders go separate ways
They don't care what it will be
The knights of the round table
They have their own schemes
Undermining the leader efforts
The lances of disharmony
So we will see
The web portals sing
The cronies newspapers silence
Painting the painted faces
The reeling downstream
The followers scream
They can't get the honey jar
The cold turkey flows
The break down begins
The process of disintegration
Maybe the slow implosion
Drawing them into the dark pit
The scream of addiction
They can't get the honey jar
The smell of the sweetest aroma
The disintegration begins
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