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THE SPIRITS YOU CALLED

The ugly mob berserks again,
Houndings through the city and coward arson attacks.
Others yell and cheer the rest keeps quiet as a mouse,
Sad daily routine, sad reality.

Only if your partners express their concerns,
Only if you fear a damaged reputation,
Great impressive gestures and big words will follow,
Empty words and business as usual.

The spirits that you called, you won‘t get rid of them,
The spirits that you hypocrites called.
The spirits that you called, you won‘t get rid of them,
The spirits that you hypocrites called.

You twist the facts and redefine hate into warranted worries.
Offenders become victims, their crimes get trivialised.
As the right hand of the mob you tighten up the laws.
You seal up all legal ways and let them drown in cold blood.

The spirits that you called, you won‘t get rid of them,
The spirits that you hypocrites called.
The spirits that you called, you won‘t get rid of them,
The spirits that you hypocrites called.