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Nineteenhundred Lyrics

A Goliath so spasmodic
Turn of events,
ominous, historic
Safeguard a creed demonic
Love of war and war for love
Through this age
The ranks of the disaffected swelled
The spectacle of imperia
Wheel of doctrine in motion

An industrialized anemia
A wind of retaliation
I see your blood-red eye
And your sore interpretation
No comfort when you die
Let's talk of origin, a common source

Indus festival of man
You see, the way the river flows
We are one, in grimy fever d***ed
And I'm tired, sardonic
And I'm tired, sardonic
Dancing
To your dirge catatonic
To hear these precious bells in harmony
The dispossessed, and their manifest,
a token melody
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