The Saved


Illuminate the masses
Illuminati puppet masters
have us shackled
Distracted by all the channels
I channel my rage to the page
Rattle the bars of the cage
We are slaves!
All you take to the grave's
a nice suit and your name
The sorrow of no tomorrow
is always such a shame
We are depraved!
The soon forgotten
are blessed to leave the rotten
they are the Saved.

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