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By the light of the fire we write

Tears refuse to fall
Words remain unspoken
The potent mind
Rusts in soulessness

The aces are held
So are the kings and queens
Held as they deal
Without faces
Everybody loses

Details, details in truth
Crash of sensibiltiy
Mowing the grass
Pulling out the flowering weeds
Sheltering the undergrowth
For reptilian love

What should be done is forgotten
What is done is murderous
What could be done, is buried
Under tons of wasted thoughts

All we need is taken
Stolen and sold back to us
Inferior, sterile, dead

But they never manage to win
The weight of ten trillion gold bars
weighs down upon us
And they fail to crush us
We refuse to be silenced
We refuse to lie down
We refuse to be programmed
By the light of the fire
We write �