Change is the clarion call, we desire most
The change is here the mask remain the same
Three masquerades with nine heads and one eye
Siege with complexities, blur vision, short sighted
The change is here the mask remain the same
Dancers with weak limbs and unresponsive neuron
Who dare call a spade a spade risk being pierced
I risk it, subtract one from five lines to get a stanza
Dancers with weak limbs and unresponsive neuron
They neither change steps nor follow the band leader
A troupe of sorcerers experimenting with old magic
They dominate the dance floor with tired achy feet
They neither change steps nor follow the band leader
With every step forward they pull us down the ladder
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