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We've tipped the scale, 
Crossed the line, 
flags droop and fail.
Fury for the masses… 

Nine's almost here, 
Lost our minds, 
consumed by fear? 

I'm a ghost in my own street, 
The faces I trusted, 
they're obsolete. 
Fury for the masses…

Traitors swarm, not you, not me, 
This land's a stranger,
can't you see? 

A nation of fools
a nation of spite 
Darkness crawled into the light. 

Insanity's driving, a runaway train 
Into the abyss, a future of pain
This ain't my country… 

that's plain to see
No truth
no justice
just misery 

Fury for the masses
a bitter decree. 
This ain't my homeland 
it can't be. 

A lost nation of fools
a nation betrayed 
Where women are shackled
their voices unmade. 

Old men's whispers
a tyrant's command 
Orange-hued madness
across the land. 

Is it time to rise 
break free from the chains?
Right now, it's just tears
n heart-rending pains. 
My national soul, 
torn and frayed, 

Fury for my madness, 
A price we've paid. 
This isn't the nation 

I yearn to embrace
Just emptiness hollow 
in this desolate space. 

Fingers dig deep
into poisoned ground

Not for planting, 
but where fires are found. 

This nation is broken 
a feverish dream
Fury for the masses
a midnight scream. 

Black masses gather
in shadows
they creep…

Our nation's lost path 
secrets they keep. 

Fury for the lost n huddled masses

A desperate plea, 
A nation gone mad for all to see.









































































































 Fuxk you and your god, king…!

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