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[female

vocals] (

Acoustic

guitar

strumming,

rhythmic

steady

beat)

Yeah,

listen

to

the

wind

across

the

plains.

The

sound

of

change

is

coming,

can

you

hear

it?

Let’

s

speak

the

truth

today.

The

nation

is

on

the

block,

step

up

for

the

sale

Come

on

in,

merchant,

tip

the

heavy

scale

We

chose

the

representatives

to

hold

the

light

But

they

sold

the

dreams

we

built

throughout

the

night

It

was

a

circus

show,

a

stage

of

grand

design

We

sowed

the

thorns,

now

we

walk

the

jagged

line

Step

up,

merchant,

open

your

safe

wide

There

is

nothing

left

for

the

people

here

to

hide

The

country

is

on

sale,

hear

the

auction

cry

Everything

we

own

is

passing,

say

goodbye

They

sold

the

spirit,

they

traded

off

the

name

And

left

the

people

dancing

in

a

losing

game

The

country

is

on

sale,

hear

the

auction

cry

They

sold

the

resources,

the

minerals

and

ground

The

servants

ate

the

harvest,

silenced

every

sound

In

the

hands

of

the

people,

only

empty

bowls

remain

While

they

wash

their

hands

in

the

pouring

acid

rain

If

you’

re

still

breathing,

look

deep

inside

your

soul

Search

for

the

conscience,

take

back

the

control

Step

up,

merchant,

open

your

safe

wide

Your

shadow

is

growing

on

the

other

side

The

country

is

on

sale,

hear

the

auction

cry

Everything

we

own

is

passing,

say

goodbye

They

sold

the

spirit,

they

traded

off

the

name

And

left

the

people

dancing

in

a

losing

game

The

country

is

on

sale,

hear

the

auction

cry

Bids

are

flying

high,

honor

has

a

price

tag

now

Even

the

heavens

are

kneeling

to

the

vow

Those

who

were

once

worth

nothing,

now

they

hold

the

gold

Buying

up

the

pieces

of

the

stories

we

were

told

It’

s

a

hollow

marketplace,

a

transactional

despair

But

can

you

feel

the

tension

hanging

in

the

air?

Don’

t

be

a

stranger

to

the

history

you

write

We

are

the

fire

that

burns

against

the

night

The

auctioneer

is

tired,

his

voice

is

getting

thin

It’

s

time

for

the

people

to

let

the

truth

begin

Step

up,

merchant,

the

doors

are

closing

fast

Nothing

that

is

stolen

is

ever

meant

to

last

We

are

the

owners,

we

hold

the

master

key

We

are

the

keepers

of

the

land

that

wants

to

be

free

The

country

is

on

sale,

hear

the

auction

cry

Everything

we

own

is

passing,

say

goodbye

They

sold

the

spirit,

they

traded

off

the

name

And

left

the

people

dancing

in

a

losing

game

The

country

is

on

sale,

hear

the

auction

cry

Step

up,

merchant...

open

the

safe.

It’

s

all

on

sale,

but

it

isn’

t

yours

to

keep.

Time

to

wake

up

from

the

sleep.

Yeah,

keep

the

change. (

Fade

out

with

rhythmic

acoustic

pulse)

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