By INMORTALGIO
The door way to hell
Right in the eyes
You can't say you never see
You watch it every day
The darkness of the minds
They say like it's real
The authorities play the game
Right in the place they want you
Don't forget they have the troopers
They are ever ready to hang posters
Standing on the streets shouting own fear
Only they try to project into you
The taxi drivers and supporters
They blame of poor profits and hammered routes
For a day they tell it's like centuries
For a few hours they say they lose business
These are the followers
The country isn't in their minds
They just want their profits
Like the taxi drivers sometimes they fleece
And this they don't say
They claim it's their rights
The authority never really wants to catch
Half past six endeavors they come and go
Don't say about the ruling elites
They want the power to indulge in their games
For the people they say go to hell
On the door signs it tells the story
Designing slogans and methods
For a while you think it is true
Behind doors the greed of power
They pack in bags quietly go away
The door way to hell
The sign says it all
For the night of the full moon
Don't go out get a stamp on..
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