A
traitor will never admit
He
is one in the world of eyes
He
will never admit he is involved
Planning,
plotting, dining, shaking hands
When
the Trojan horse is released
The
bad will crawl screaming wild indeed!
They
will wake the sleepy heads
The
marching of the bad apples
The
stomping feet of victory
The
ground breaks in vibrations
The
bad apples marching on
The
victory parade in the dawn
Now
the dust on the ground
Breathing
on the familiar sound
The
battle is over through the backdoor
The
war is still raging in the mind
The
traitor of people's mandate
The
victory sounds hollow and he knows it
Through
the backdoor without a majority
Karma
will hit hard for the sins of betrayal
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