Break the machine
The madame is iron and staunch
Rushing out with guns and minions
They will imprison us for sabotaging the machine
For destroying the lot intentional fires we ignited
They imprisoned us for scorching the earth
She presented the bull horn and scorned us
Screaming out our death sentences and exciting our need for reaction
getting hot off her hyperboles
But we were called up again
Some thug upstairs got hanky panky
So we detoured the firing squad
suited up with arsenal and goosebump rage
Important work the colonel said
iron madame sat back in gloom and glare
We were just trying to save the world
usually burning a piece of it up
Now the board gave us direct support
Would we botch their goals
or go through with the organized chaos?
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