.(Verse #1)
If the eyes are the windows of the soul, then the mouth is the door/
Where the pieces exit freely way beyond your control/
And they're not yours anymore. Walk tall in bent stride/
And propaganda lies on the gentle side of genocide/
Words are used, broken, twisted and m.
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