This letter is addressed to democracy - may it rest in piece.
If it doesn't make it in time will you recite this for me?
Your minds are altered and poor as we rob you of all dignity,what is currency?
Lost in the rapid stream from the last drop to your last pair of track pants.
Foam fingers are the only number one. They can never be forgotten.
And may this family rest in piece because we can never agree.
And if this doesn't reach democracy - just let this nation burn.
This letter is adressed, to whom it may concern.

Dear sender, this letter couldn't be delivered...it contained conspiracy.
How can it help us control your fate when it's filled with reciprocity?
See, what these hopefulls must never learn is how we work...
In utter sworn secrecy.
And may this letter be kept for civil-born security.
Fields of hope grow high, so we let it all burn.
This letter is addressed, to whom it may concern.

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