Death to the Tyrant

I. Day and Age

It's puerile nonsense
This cannot be happening
A game of old fears

We march through deserts
and what rations for our thirst?
A cup of cold tears

Time is ticking on
We must put our hands forward
or fall on the gears

II. The Times

Be the change you want
Build your future as you go
Be the start; don't stop

Live the life you want
Write your story as you go
Take the leap; don't drop


III. All You Need

Death to the tyrant
who dresses us all in chains
His name is hatred

The End

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