Evils from Evils by These Wild Plains

Is it the mild-mannered medicine that's getting you down?
Or the sorry simple subjects trashing their hometown?

Your morals never mattered till you through em out loud
My hands won't stop from shaking, all these evils around

Modern maps don't chart em like the triangle found
or walls they built to keep out all them animal sounds

Save us from our saviors, their batons raining down
My head just keeps on spinning, all these evils around

But how you let us in when most wouldn't offer?
How you kept us honest when most wouldn't bother?
How you let us in when most wouldn't offer?
How you kept us honest when them evils never bothered?

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