No subject

There in the world they think they conspire
How pitiful seems their toil and plot
We drop out letters into waste bins in the street
And gather to read the words of those who concot

        Our heads ...etc...

The empire, it is in us
The horn, there you can see
The message, this should come soon
Trystero, the name we behold
We're from the outer empire

        Our ...etc...

We await the silent empire.

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I don't think it's good lyric writing, but it's amusing at least.

- goat
           |  Politics launches people in the directions of the machine.
THIS IS    |  A machine makes no moral judgement and is inert.
MY VIRUS   |  Inertia is all that most people crave.