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Dead Letters

And they plan in riddles
And they speak in lies
And they hide in secret

From sinking ships they lick their lips and bite the hand that that feeds 'em
Then turn their eyes and skip in time and hold the hand that beats 'em
To them it is all the same
To them it is just a game to be won for the prize of nothing
So their masters' sins, through Cheshire grins
Disappear with a wink between 'em

Dead letters we've sent along
In vain, thinking they'll hear our call
These dead letters will not arrive at all

They'll let it rot in ruin
Let it lie in dust
Let it rust in rubble
They'll leave us crushed and crippled
Watch us rend in two
Leave us split and splintered
And never say as they do

With battered fools as useful tools they destroy the ones who bore them
The brash and bold are bought and sold by the ones who alone implore them
To them it is all the same
For them it is just a game to be won at the cost of many
Who'd trade their souls for little bowls filled with swill and set before them

These dead letters we've sent along
In vain, thinking they'll hear our call
These dead letters will not arrive at all

They'll let it rot in ruin
Let it lie in dust
Let it rust in rubble
They'll leave us crushed and crippled
Watch us rend in two
Leave us split and splintered
And never say as they do

And they plan in riddles
And they speak in lies
And they hide in secret

These dead letters we've sent along in vain
In vain, thinking they'll hear our call
These dead letters will not arrive at all

No lesson is learned
And so it returns
To repeat all that came before us
And the fleeting dreams of the liars' schemes reappear
And promise to restore us

These dead letters we've sent along
They'll never, ever hear our call
These dead letters will not arrive at all

 

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