Transmississ third wor woow thirth pow-
Ow open the found of pop-pop-po-op
No shelter if you're lookin' for sh-sh-sh-sh-sh
Shots at the brutal charade
As the polls close like a casket
On truth devoured
A silent play in the shadow of casket
A spectacle monopolized
The casket's eyes on choice disguised
Was it cast for the masket burn and toil?
Or for the vultures who thirst for blood and casket?
Yes a spectacle monopolized
They hold the reins and stole your eyes
I want to piss
More for Go-ore or the son of a drug lord
None of the above cook the cord

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