Illuminatus
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all the presidentâs men, standing in line in their sunday best
bastard sons of unspeakable days
the pride of the nation in the glory of men
havenât you learned a thing?
thereâs a deafening sound as the Earth swallows red with regret
itâs the echoes of darker days
and she wonders what goes through your head, little man
still the rivers run crimson and gold
havenât you seen enough?
crimson and gold
havenât you seen enough?
itâs a desperate lie, of peace and progress and the union of men
but the ghosts you forgave should have taught you to think
but this is a fucking disgrace
still the rivers run crimson and gold
havenât you seen enough?
crimson and gold
havenât you seen enough?