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- land of treason
Land of treason-waste no reason-
We are breathing fire
We're packs of dogs-
We're enemies of men-we are not desired
Our face show-
We've grown cold-but
Have not conspired
Old hearts gone-
- Lion's Share
All he sees are death masked stars
The lion's world is cold and sharp
All he wants is much too far
So he stalks thw roads of token cars-
He snarls at winds that mean no harm
And takes the thorns in perfect form
A broken ideal rides inside the torture
lion's denim hide