George Orwell The Musical - A Thousand Points of Light | Текст песни

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In the dead of night, alter sacrifice. Grovel at his feet, Death collects a fee. Giving sight to blind-

A Thousand Points of Light.
Nothing comes for free, She collects a fee.
And when your usefulness has come to an end,
you will be slaughtered.

Submit to the collective.
Submit to the oppressive.
Hand in hand, round we go.

Pagan deities will show geometric shapes to know
ancient mysteries. Hidden history, we teach.

To the eye in the sky, we reach.
In disguise, I will preach. Round we go.

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