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Triumph Of Traitors

from Fuck Your Progress by Apoptosis

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Triumph of traitors


Deliberate movement,
Rational sentiment,
Exceptional mastermind,
Respected by his own kind.

Born to be an honest lead,
Risking for a common dream,
For the future of the nation,
For his own predestination.

Pigs are smelling something strange,
Newcomer is now in the range,
Knives are flashing in the night,
Cutting off the decent life.

Power in hand, sage in the head,
Choosen wrong foes, now he is dead.
Politics is a private game,
What none can play without a name.

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from Fuck Your Progress, released June 1, 2018

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