The basket of rotten eggs
They still hang free in the air
Even complaints will turn stale
The hound dogs never sniff through
They don't want to go there
They know the consequences of it
They rather pretend they don't hear
Let the report gather dust in the cabinet
The basket of rotten eggs
The smell permeates through the air
Complaints or reports do not matter
It's the colour saying it true
Fear of God
It isn't in the vocabulary
Though prayers in the open
The basket of rotten eggs rule
Karma is gearing on
The slow process to make the mark
The movement will hit the high note
Light will sweep it through
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