The power gone
The craze of the taste
It can’t be
forgotten
The dream still
cries
The fallen leaders
They think of their
own
They don’t think of
the nation
They want the power
in their hands
The chain of bad luck
They will receive
There is no way
they can escape
The sins have to be
paid
Though they think
They even smell it
It is hard to accept
The power gone
The fallen leaders
They will plan for
chaos
But the blues will
pick them up
Hit them hard until
they realize
The power gone
There is no way to
get it
Though they can
dream
The chain of bad
luck will hit
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