Verse 1: These demon eyes are here, To eradicate and cleanse my soul, All I need is more. No time for us to run back, To where you used to preach to me, I was just a pawn.
Chorus: The advocate who won the war, Sold us short while he got more. The Pravda Scrolls its in our mould, Propaganda a social liar.
Verse 2: Don't let yourself grow old, I've seen it all before, Your jaded complexion sold my soul.
Chorus: The advocate who won the war, Sold us short while he got more. The Pravda Scrolls its in our mould, Propaganda a social liar.
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Chorus: The advocate who won the war, Sold us short while he got more. The Pravda Scrolls its in our mould, Propaganda a social liar.