.This road leads to rome, that road leads to ruin.
Iâm all up in the madding crowd, the generalâs been screwinâ us around.
The landâs no longer arable (The farmhands all feel terrible)
A river red with rebel blood to sweep us off our feet, do you remember?
Humility on parad.
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