The guards were condemned
their curiosity died years before
rule and conformity attached to their legs
the gang of thieves and rebels surprised them
Blood on the parade ground
The last death fart one of honour
If you want to love abundance
you better own it with both hands
Nobility feasts on itself
exploiting each Morsel as it pecks
until the knife reaches the jugular
So it may taste it´s neck
The governor squeezed into pants
And the king choked at the banquet
what we heartily deserve in life
Is only what we can be grateful for
For what you cannot have ownership of
You will never truly have it
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