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Hide behind those rooftops
Staring down upon the crowd
Tossing little messages
You dare not say aloud

Looking over shoulders
Every shadow that you see
Assuming something lurking
Like a long lost refugee

Stir the *** of sewage
That along the street does flow
All will know the truth is there
In spite of what you show

Spread it to the audience
Or anyone who hears
Fuel the mass confusion
As you amplify their fears

Silence can be golden
Though it’s not your chosen art
As a stone that cries for moss
the rolling soon will start

Clinging to a chimney
Spewing signals made of smoke
From the fire down below
Conspiracies now stoke

Leave these happy people be
They’re none of your concern
Questioning the same as me
When will you ever learn