June or September?
The black knight struggles
The way he thinks he should win
Then he sees the sea of lights
He isn't too sure now
Independent survey says he was high
He couldn't smile looking into his mirror
“Will I live to be the knight?”
The last of the party line
The black knight struggles
The woes he has seen
The back stabbing in the dark
Now he plots and plans
Using the agencies to prop up his stage
And the black running dogs
They are running everywhere
Then he checks his mirror
He only sees his ship on fire
The sea of lights dancing in the open sea
Slowly crumbling into the depths of the darkness
The last of the party line
No matter what back doors ride
The change will hit the mind
Enough of the spinning tales of lies
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