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In this book of days we wrote there are no missing entries We watched capital crimes take place right in front of out hand-picked sentries This procession has gone on too long Marching step by step behind the brass baton Thing you cant follow always try to include you Signals so hollow, broadcast just to delude you Don't stand down In this book of years we read there are no torn out pages We watched waves of fear and dread proclaimed by our own state sages Everyone becomes content with lesser joys Maybe now it's time to disclaim the national noise Thing you cant follow always try to include you Signals so hollow, broadcast just to delude you Don't stand down From Letras Mania