Don't listen to the voice you're hearing,
In the halls of strong conviction now.
It might make sense somehow.
But can you hear the horns?
They’re singing.
Out loud for the mighty men you know.
But they don’t know,
That it’s a long way to fall.
And they’re not really men at all…
Riot of discontent on the horizon.
Where foreign winds take you.
Turning into arcing storms on this incendiary night.
Where discordant words aren’t true.
Mistaken sides,
Pour into the night to save their lives.
Oh, you know I’m dangerous to you...
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