Mushroom

Slanders done to rightful owners
From behind the fog of woe
Mindless drones following a leader
Who doesn't know where to go

Separated by our paycheck,
The rich may live, the poor must die
Oil pours up through the sand,
While blood rains from the sky

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We can look, but we can’t see
What we do to make the world “free”
We’re confused by shrouds of lies
While innocent men must die
For their country

There’s a radical fascist regime
Hidden by the veil of catastrophe
And we still haven’t figured out
That nobody is like they seem.

A king tries to subjugate the world
And obey his laws of freedom
And sanction those who dare to try
And deprecate his kingdom

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Bridge:
The answer’s in the mushroom clouds
The answer’s in the lies
The answer’s in the blood on the wall
The answer’s in his eyes.
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