The
dark angels
They
hold the grip firmly
They
don't want to let go
They
want to stay
They
make the people cry
Of
the economic woes ride
Our
currency slides
Our
pockets feel the heat
Yet
we hear
The
dark angels sing
Party
in their paradise
They
laugh on their lies
The
dark angels
They
make their pit stops
Of
the greedy and corrupted leaders
Branded
them take their souls
And
here we are
The
junction of good and bad
The
lies we hear so often
What
will it be?
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