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March of Ides
NØ MAN
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Death of kingdom, last breath
A cleaver in the palace
Royal stories in the air we breathe
Suffocate on history, colonial ties cloud our lungs
Repulsive power, we're winded and gasping
Folklore mouthfuls of greed and red
We are all short of breath
Stab wounds on the Senate floor
Crumble the province we can't take it
Full moon rises stars crash
Dictators set to expire calendars from history
Cloned vapors seeping earth's time machine
Stories skip while Caesar flies in dreams
Folklore mouthfuls of greed and red
We are all short of breath
Stab wounds on the senate floor
We can't take it anymore
High priest, supreme deity
Ritual sacrifice, beware, beware
Son of man a deadline to settle your debts
We all breathe tyranny, sick with plague, sick with power
A ring around Rosie, burnt to ashes we all fall down
They are set to expire