Here is a little star, put it on, so we see who you are. Here is
the secret police, they brought their cameras, smile and say
"cheese". Don´t think for a moment it can´t happen again. It´s not
a question of "if", it´s a question of "when". Get ready for the
army whit the armlets (They´re starting to get strong again).
We´ll grind you to soap, or fill you with it and kill your hope.
The mehod takes a more subtle form, with media lynch mob
we´ll set your norms. Next time we´ll take your family. Next
time we´ll take your mind.
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