They
don't talk in the same page
They
attack each other to the ground
They
don't see the harm done
They
see who will survive
Nothing
else matters
It
is still the gravy train
Sounding
the alarm in the air
The
heavy loads have slowly gone
The
intrigues and games
They
play on each other
They
brand it and toast it
They
don't listen well
The
ground is breaking
The
walls are breaking
The
hissing sound in the wind
They
don't see it coming
They
still go on each other
The
nights of whisper on the ground
The
night shadows move quietly
For
the day will come to banish them
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