Circus Clowns

The clowns have taken over the circus

But they’re going to hear from us

We had enough of the propaganda act

We can see through you

We know your friends

And what they want

They’re going to hear from us

You don’t hear the warning bell

To us it’s a clarion call

We’ll rise up in numbers

We’re here to take what’s ours

You think your day is forever

Count minutes count the hours

Your days are numbered

We’re coming for what’s ours

What’s everybody’s;

The whole world.

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