500 years taking aim once again
with all the king's horses and all the king's men
It's a story as old as a fence and a fist
Now the weapons have won and decide what exists

How much more obvious does it have to become?
Who's still oblivious to all that's being done?
With every upload a fractal revealed
Converted to fuel to replace all that's real

500 years taking aim once again
with all the king's horses and all the king's men
It's a story as old as a fence and a fist
Now the weapons have won and decide what exists

Progress is measured by rulers that lie
and invisible levers right under our eyes
Straight to the cleaners to wash and to fold
with a storied demeanor that never gets old

500 years taking aim once again
with all the king's horses and all the king's men
It's a story as old as a fence and a fist
Now the weapons have won and decide what exists

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