The Spectacle

Take everything about this place and flip it upside down
And turn it inside out
Glory in the name of anybody is a "spook" I promise
A made up thing to buy your blood

I dont know how you can sit there in your cracked leather chair
And go on about your business
I dont know why anybody puts up with your poisoned water
I dont understand that state of mind

Bury all of our bodies underneath a big old sign
It will read "here lies a pile of heroes"
A pile of bones to commemorate
Our glorious leader and his glorious plan



Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Colburn
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