Ahhh, come on!

Close the city and tell the people,
That something’s coming to call.
Death and darkness are rushing forward,
To take a bite from the wall.

You’ve nothing to say,
They’re breaking away.
If you listen to fools,
The mob rules.
The mob rules.

 Kill the spirit and you’ll be blinded,
And the end is always the same.
Play with fire you burn your fingers,
And lose your hold of the flame.

It’s over, it’s done,
The end has begun.
If you listen to fools,
The mob rules.

You’ve nothing to say,
Oh, they’re breaking away.
If you listen to fools…

 Break the circle and stop the movement,
The wheel is thrown to the ground.
Just remember it might start rolling and
Take you right back around.

You’re all fools!

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‘One fool makes many.’