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6 BLACKOUT (Paused)
Disembodied Tyrant
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I made my mistakes
But in all of my years of public life, I have never profited
Never profited from public service
I've earned every cent
And in all of my years of public life, I have never obstructed justice
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The very word "secrecy" is repugnant in a free and open society
And we are as a people inherently and historically opposed
To secret societies (the men and women of the intelligence community)
To secret oaths and to secret proceedings (including the NSA)
We decided long ago (consistently follow protocols)
That the dangers of excessive (designed to protect) (the fact is)
And unwarranted concealment (the privacy of ordinary people) (we had four dead Americans)
Of pertinent facts (was it because of a protest)
Far outweighed (they're not abusing authorities) (or was it because of guys out for a walk one night)
The dangers (in order to listen to your private phone calls)(who decided)
Which are cited to justify it (or read your emails) (they'd go kill some Americans)
What difference, at this point, does it make?
I, for the first time, hear my third eye
Eight point six, blackout
Eat, porn, sin, block it out
(Take the shot, create a new world)
Pigs in sheep's clothing ravage the garden
Their fear and loathing, spoiled and rotten
Fake demagogues, lying through their crooked teeth
False demigods, kill your faith
Prophet of the slaves (and the raped)
Weapon of the saints
Wielding hate, burning away the decay
Greed shall bleed gold from the decadent
(Thieves are hung)
Traitors are shot
(Reborn through violence)
Aim
Eight point six, create a new world
He set out into the night
Treasonous swine, degenerate fucks
Culled from the flock (are you listening?)
We've hung the judge, my gun's the jury
Rogue vigilante, new God
Into the lion's den, choke on the weight of the dead
The living pray (for me)
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Behold, the lord's perfect prototype
Hunted down (hunted down)
Aim, aim, aim
Don't touch me, can't you see?
I am free, God
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