The midnight oil burning
The plotters will plan and argue
Way to get their plan falls in
Now the control of emergency is gone
The bad intentions brewing
The air smell of stale food
The plotters aren't bothered
They want the cake and eat it too
The leader can't think straight
The cortisol is rising causing him worrying
The plan doesn't work the beans spill in the air-waves
The angels blow their horns the good ones find the plot
Now the bad plan has been known
The plotters try to evade the issue
They will say it is good for every one
Behind the door the plotters think of ways
Now the sitting is worrying
The plotters need to find it quick
The cane has unleashed
The plotters don't want to fall victims
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