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Fury for the masses: God King

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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