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Hello Leon
Would you like something fishy?
Really fishy?
The enemy is fragile
The enemy is fragile
The enemy within
Oh, the enemy is fragile
We cannot let them be
The blues and the reds
We cannot let them see
For we are all dead
Because of all we’ve seen
Because of all we’ve said
The enemy is fragile
Countdown
2024, 2025…
August
November
January 6th
I scratch down various notes
In my red notebook
You see, I am investigating a crime
The very land on which we stand
Is a land of chaos
It’s a land of de-volution
We are sitting on hot rocks
About to crack open
Revealing their insides
Their inner workings
Tick tock, tick tock
Goes the clock
And so goes I…
What happened to Ramona?
And where is Leon today?
He’s no longer in the newspapers
Because all the news is on the telephone
Staring into our screens
We’ve lost touch with reality
Does this sky seem real to you?
And who might be hiding behind the lens
Horus’s Eye?
In the land of the Afrikaans
I’m afraid of Americans
There is no hell
Like an old hell
And there is no shame
But the enemy is fragile
Oh-oh
Who will rid me of my shaking
He-head?
The enemy is from within
We must vanquish the traitors
Because God is on our side
The enemy is fragile
The enemy is fraigile
There’s no place left to run
So hand me the gun
Oh Ramona!
Where has the future gone?
(Instrumental break)
What are you in terror of?
Life needn't step on baby fingers
And now…
I sit here
Thinking about
Elias Mouse
X…
And so…
I was Ramona A.I. Stone
Nathan Adler
Professor-Detective
Of filthy lessons
And empty females
Who will rid me of my
Shaking head?
Who has seen this
Furious man?
The enemy is within
The enemy is among us
The enemy is always present
Something in her mouth
There’s something in her mouth!
She’s a syllannibal
Devouring her own words
The greatest hoax of the
21st century
Make us great again!
Oh leader with the
Orange-tinged skin
Build the Tower
Roll the dice
Will you trump us again
With the joker
You have waiting for us
There in your deck?
Hunger city
No more big wheels
No more fleas the size of cats
Sucking on rats
Sucking on dog’s bones
Underbellies
The underprivileged box men
As they pulled him out of the oxygen tent
He asked for the latest weapons
Shoot shoot shoot shoot shoot
I’m gonna sick all over you
Leon…
He was a dark spiral
With no end
A dark spiral with no end
We’ll creep together
You and I
Written by: Marc Lowe
