Hit the base of all empires
My plans stashed away
Can now tell you where
Where else to lie
You shuffle out
Of this room
Hidden among shiny
Pieces of, of my crown
Like you will stay
Hit the roads of your minds
My plans stashed away
Can now, tell me where
Where else to strike
I sneack out your
Of your room
Hidden by the door
You close for them and their aims
They claims their crowns
Now we are one without a nation
and for us this is no frustration
and your, all your words fall in da well
You try to be known, locked in your way
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