When
a regime is falling
There
is no escape for it
It
can put up walls
It
can pass many laws
There
is still the fear
The
rumbling on the ground
The
deep vibrations of the sound
It
instills the messages of the fall
There
is no escape
It
can put up barriers
It
can try to cheat to win
In
the end it is still the fall
The
writing on the walls
The
pallbearers walk
They
carry placards
No
escape for corrupted souls
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