when you walk down the street
and the sound's not so sweet,
and you wish you could hide,
maybe go for a ride,
to some peep show arcade,
where the future's not made.
a nightmare situation,
infiltrate imagination,
smacks of past holy wars,
by the wall with broken laws.
the leaders of men,
born out of your frustration.
the leaders of men,
just a strange infatuation.
the leaders of men,
made a promise for a new life.
no saviour for our sakes,
to twist the internees of hate,
self induced manipulation,
to crush all thoughts of mass salvation.
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