Chasing shadows of time,
blood runs through my veins,
foolish ideals walk a thin line.
We swim against the tide,
shake up the dream,
broken boundaries, no pride.
Empty faces at my command,
massacre of greed,
political warfare on demand.
No rhyme of reason,
we're running on empty,
man and machine, open season.
Fictional tales of rearrange,
gunshots ring out,
thunderous cries of change.
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