The
cybertroopers
They
are paid to praise
Bee
Anne all the way
Earning
good income sitting at homes
Knowing
what they will do
They
will send messages and write ups
Painting
the Nation blue
Eventhough
they know
They
just want Judas's silver coins
For
tomorrow they don't think
They
just want to earn their living
The
Nation can go to bankruptcy
They
don't think about that
It
is the dangling rewards
They
will sing their praises
When
the Nation cries
They
cybertroopers will realize
They
are left alone to ponder
The
marks they have left behind
The
records of what they have written
They
can't escape when they close their eyes
The
smog will come to cause them breathing difficulty
As
they struggle to pay for their lies
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