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Ancient archaic equity

Controlling at your soul

Thoughts in singularity

A hive of self control

Pieces, pawns rigged games.

In every waking hour, slaves.

Played betrayed coerced by pain

Liberated by their own graves.

We pledge allegiance to a ghost

Cut from the gold we want the most

And to the republic for which it stands

One nation under arrest

From dust to dust

In God We Rust

Pieces, pawns rigged games.

In every waking hour, slaves.

Played betrayed coerced by pain

Liberated by their own graves.

We pledge allegiance to a ghost

Cut from the gold we want the most

to the republic for which it stands

One nation under arrest

From dust to dust

In God We Rust