Get the farmhands loose
At this stage of the game
We can't afford to feign ignorance
[?] the seeds of doubt, buried in the eucharist
Fellows, raise your axe
Or no more claim this [?]
[?] its all the same through toil
In tune, won't satisfy
This pig is running a mill
[?] see from our windowsill
Whose lies [?] turning [?] first
Fallacy through saints
With [?] royalty in check
We will undress
Propaganda, propaganda
Sleep tight and put your faith in the commender
Can't say that I don't know my work
Can't say that I don't know my tools
Can't say that I don't do my share in the fields
A claim that I have [?] and excused
A subjugation works, sovereignty ensues
Once I dare expose who they wound
I will be, I will loot
Tell me do you find it fair
That I run with bears
[?] hear nothing but complaints
From every [?] single drop and spill
So don't look for pity here
Don't think evil is spared
Don't mistake my spills for tears
Forced to retreat
Strong wills unwound
Everything new will be old again
Contents revealed
We seal discontent
The end - A victory I've won
Can't say I don't cross my fingers
Pray that they don't cry murder again
Such a lonely cause, such a lonely cause
When did roles become heavy again
Evening won't come to my aid
But then morning may again
We return to [?]
Sting in their eyes
Evening won't come to my aid
But then morning may again
We offend [?]
Sting in their eyes
Now it's back to the fields
Now it's back to the earth
Now it's back to crying murder again

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