courtesy mob's crib
The sky is bright now
The susurrus wind takes its bow
Whispering echo in the corridors
What will it be like?
The wind blowing from the East
The rumbling silently speak
On it a distant thunder
A dash of lightning sparkles in the sky
Oh yeah the watch dogs!
They don’t sleep at all
Every move will be known
Whispering echo in the corridors
The bargains and cross over
The power grid will fall
When satisfying greed isn’t matching it
The sky is bright now
The inept leader sleeps through
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