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Starving, angry

The public gnash their teeth

Baying for blood

So throw them their dead meat

Hatred

Festers without release

Turns them into beasts

They'll murder on sight

All they need is a target

Victims

Of this unfeeling state

Are now just easy prey

Thrown into the pen

And eaten alive

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Monster

Vile

Wretched

Shameful

Rotten

Villain

As the mob begin to gather at your door

To drag you through the streets for all that they've endured

Reveal the effigy to misdirect their hate

To survive the wrath, of the mob you helped create

Warlord

Incite brutality

Promote the mentality

You pit soul against soul

Sit back and laugh

Survival

To some is just a game

A thing to entertain

A handy distraction

From the sentence we share

(Chrorus)

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