The
shit falls
On
everyone's head
Now
we realise
We
got hit!
Every
institution head
Nothing
is clear anymore
Every
action seems compromise
We
can't hold our heads high
The
smell of the bad
We
can cover the holes
The
air we breathe however
We
have to hold our noses
The
last python
Growing
too heavy to run
It
can only squeeze tight
But
the sword is falling down
A
short breathing space
It
can't run out for long
The
tiring mind and face
The
fall into disgrace
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