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A spectre is rising in the world today |
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Born of disaster, fed on dismay |
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From the shackles of slavery, toil and pain |
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The people are rising to stake their claim |
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A taste of this whip is all that you'll need |
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To keep you in line, keep you down on your knees |
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We are the bastards of mammon, we're here to stay |
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Keep you bowing and scraping till your dying day |
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A spectre is rising from sea to sea |
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A global solution for a global disease |
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A specter is rising from sea to sea |
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Divided you're conquered, united we're free |
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Miles above you and worlds apart |
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The bastards of mammon are playing their part |
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To fatten their bellies and hollow our hearts |
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Dystopian nightmare, war is art |
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The face of the master is the face of the whore |
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Hungry for money, always ready for more |
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Hear him scratching just outside of your door |
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To feed on your children and conquer your shores |
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One if by land, two if by sea |
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Three when we find you, down on your knees |
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Blinded by prophets sick with disease |
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With holy irreverence we do as we please |
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What terrified me will terrify others |
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I need only describe the specter |
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Which had haunted my midnight pillow |
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"What terrified me will terrify others. |
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I need only describe the spectre which had haunted my midnight pillow." |
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-Mary W. Shelley |