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The rise of power through fake crises
The cry of weakness and alarm
You're nothing more than a coward
Preaching paranoid self harm
Further reaching down
Here it comes once again
You'd be better off dead
Your martyr complex knows one song
And you've been singing it for so fucking long
The rise of power through fake crises
The cry of weakness and alarm
You're nothing more than a coward
Preaching paranoid self harm
Further reaching down
Reaching down
Prefab alarmist high on brimstone
Cheap masochistic mock defeat
Delusion gathered in their Sunday best
And chained securely to deceit
Further reaching down
Reaching down
Further reaching down
Reaching down
It's obvious what you came here for
Fake fucking tears and empathy
For a victimized make over
From your lonely power seat
You're nothing more than a coward
You're nothing more than a coward
You're nothing more than a coward
You're nothing more than a coward
Further reaching down
Reaching down
Further reaching down