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Life is a curse when you never run free
And it only feels worse if you just don't believe
Till a hero comes forth like a guide in the mist
With fight in his heart in the shape of a fist
When power exists unchecked and untamed
It feeds off its people, the meek and the maimed
It grows like a cancer, a tumour so bold
Spread from the towers of jewellery and gold
The Mole Rat King is blind to the kitten rats' shame
Deaf to their cries in his self-serving game
His pale mange skin smells of yesterday's gin
But still he survives, the king always wins
It just takes the strength of might and of will
To claw through the ruins of history's fill
To give hope a future recovered from hate
To live a new life of peace and of grace
How do you win if you're not in the game?
You Breath in the air and you bury the shame
And it only feels worse if you just don't believe
Till a hero comes forth like a guide in the mist
With fight in his heart in the shape of a fist
When power exists unchecked and untamed
It feeds off its people, the meek and the maimed
It grows like a cancer, a tumour so bold
Spread from the towers of jewellery and gold
The Mole Rat King is blind to the kitten rats' shame
Deaf to their cries in his self-serving game
His pale mange skin smells of yesterday's gin
But still he survives, the king always wins
It just takes the strength of might and of will
To claw through the ruins of history's fill
To give hope a future recovered from hate
To live a new life of peace and of grace
How do you win if you're not in the game?
You Breath in the air and you bury the shame
