The End of the Defenders of Freedom

[Verse] Days once bright are slowly dimming Watch as shadows grow and creep A frog boiled slow will never leap Freedom fades we keep on grinning [Verse 2] Checks and balances now bending Oversized that seat of power Layered lies that sour the hour A message of our own unending [Chorus] Boil boil the pot grows hot Power shifts in hands we've got Where's the choice when votes are not Quietly cutting the patriotic knot [Verse 3] Laws erode like sand through fingers Rules are just a fleeting ember Memories of votes remembered While corruption's scent still lingers [Bridge] They whisper words of safety's grace An iron grip on our embrace No elections just a chase For power in an empty place [Chorus] Boil boil the pot grows hot Power shifts in hands we've got Where's the choice when votes are not Quietly cutting the patriotic knot Polarised nonsense spewed from the left and right beam from TV to make you fight. Propaganda already the Puppet of a hostile state. What then when the legislature and judiciary bow to the throne? What then when the loyal and good followers are tossed to the curb? It is too late.