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We're Rome, Aztec Mexico, Easter Island paradigm We are followers of Jimmy Jones, cutting in the kool-aid line We are Animal Farm Pigs, we are a Terry Gilliam film We are fear Oligarchy, we are wolves in wolves' clothing, we are this planet's kidney stones In the process of getting passed, metamorphosis from first to last A system breaking down beyond repair A product of three million millionaires and 100 million easy marks We are Marie Antoinette, we are Joseph McCarthy We've finally become the divided states A nation built on freedoms, fears, and hates, the denotation of Irony We all want a Hollywood end, but we're getting a foreign one The script has already been penned, and titled, "the epitaph of a drowning nation" From Letras Mania