What?
Here we are again ain't a damn thing changed
Back at the start with the chairs rearranged
Fading to black at the end of our days
Kilroy was here as if he ever did leave
A tell tale heart and his brains on his sleeves
Wanting much more than we ever could need
What a web we weave
The truth defies belief
What goes up will come back down
What's been lost is rarely found
Misrepresent ever last misanthrope
Bow to a knee with their hands on our throats
Bald faced lies turning smirks into gloats
An army of one with respect due to none
Shiver in the cold with our backs to the sun
Necks in a noose living under the gun
What we see we get
Place your final bets
What we sow we're sure to reap
What's left now is ours to keep
Servants to serve in our grand solitude
Reviewers to review but pull your punch don't be rude
Can barely stand the taste of our own dog food
Babysitters to sit and a conscience to wash
The Watchmen to watch in our new Camelot
Back at the start as we rewind the clock
What a web we wove
We clearly should have known
What goes up will come back down
What's been lost is rarely found
To ignore is to allow
What will go will come around
Those falling trees will make a sound
Same as then and same as now
Back at the start with the chairs rearranged
Fading to black at the end of our days
Kilroy was here as if he ever did leave
A tell tale heart and his brains on his sleeves
Wanting much more than we ever could need
What a web we weave
The truth defies belief
What goes up will come back down
What's been lost is rarely found
Misrepresent ever last misanthrope
Bow to a knee with their hands on our throats
Bald faced lies turning smirks into gloats
An army of one with respect due to none
Shiver in the cold with our backs to the sun
Necks in a noose living under the gun
What we see we get
Place your final bets
What we sow we're sure to reap
What's left now is ours to keep
Servants to serve in our grand solitude
Reviewers to review but pull your punch don't be rude
Can barely stand the taste of our own dog food
Babysitters to sit and a conscience to wash
The Watchmen to watch in our new Camelot
Back at the start as we rewind the clock
What a web we wove
We clearly should have known
What goes up will come back down
What's been lost is rarely found
To ignore is to allow
What will go will come around
Those falling trees will make a sound
Same as then and same as now
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