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How is it that these days
The guilty ones come off so clean
A demon is godly and praised
By the poor and the meek
We plot and we dream and lose sleep
Over the vulgar and ugly
But they�re immune to it all
They don�t falter or fall
It�s ungodly
Never tell them enough
Make as if your mouth�s shut
We�re the wolves, they�re the sheep
Just pretend that you�re weak
An imitation of silence
We�ll pretend that we�re tired and beaten
Just cry and play possum
Rock them to slumber like children, then
Strike
And they won�t know what hit them
A license to hate and to kill and to rape
And a birthright to privilege and easy
Escape
With intimations of violence
Despotic old criminals
Eager to rule us to pieces
The trumps and the bushes
The reagans
The right-winged fascists
The bigots and racists that shit where we eat
We�ll just keep a safe distance
Rope-a-dope them to sleep
In imitation of silence