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What hope is there?

For the trees that love the axe?

For the lambs who love the knife?

What hope is there? What hope is there?

They're complicit in their own oppression.

They're the bringers of their own demise.

They're the slaves who love the master.

They're the swine marching to the slaughter.

They're complicit in their own oppression.

They're the bringers of their own demise.

They're the slaves who love the master.

They're the swine marching to the slaughter.

How can I fight?

For the people who won't help themselves?

Who see their brothers as enemies?

How can I fight? What hope is there?

And should I care?

About the racist and the xenophobic?

Who choose hatred over empathy?

How can I fight? What hope is there?

Sycophant,

Down with your head in the sand.

Your apathy,

It fucking sickens me.

Swallow your boot polish tongue.

Feed your parasite breed.

Their opulence,

Your silence.

Sycophant.

Sycophant.

Swallow your boot polish tongue.

Swallow your boot polish tongue.