The
running dogs
They
bark and they go
In
the day in the night
Behind
backdoors
They
whisper
The
way of lost empire
In
the distance they echo
The
drum beat of their barking
In
behind the scenes
The
running dogs hatching plans
They
can't sleep peacefully
They
dream of their lost of income
They
stare at the master
Growing
fat and no generating skills
They
don't complain
They
have the crumbs falling
They
tell the good parts
They
don't tell they are the cause of it
On
the streets of the people's minds
They
can't fool them again
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