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Fly Lords

And, when the Highlands meet the tides,
Understanding's made of scribes,
And the calendars coincide,

And, when the forest breath subsides,
And the rats begin to thrive,
And the omens come alive,

Then your curtains will not hide
The pain that lies inside as you watch your gardens die.
Only then will the money men realise
The full impact of their lies.
Who wants to be the Lord of flies...
The Lord of sighs.

And, when the oceans boil and writhe,
Carbon gasses fill the skies,
Burning tears fall when clouds cry,

And, when the temperatures still rise,
And the deserts grow in size,
And to mutate is to survive,

Then your curtains will not hide
The pain that lies inside as you watch your gardens die.
Only then will the money men realise
The full impact of their lies.
Who wants to be the Lord of flies...
The Lord of sighs.

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