They say it's the blood you shed
But no one wants to die for triviality and emotionless ideology
While patriots act
They mourn contest to their rule
Red gaurds, basij, and plain clothes
Police add their flames to a dormant fuel
They rat you out and turn you in
They cut you down before you have a chance
Survey, patrol, conceal, control
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Espionage Lyrics

Ghostlimb – Espionage Lyrics