| While you were sleeping they waged a war
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| Didn’t tell you 'till they came to your door
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| While you were sleeping they stole your freedom
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| Made sure the odds werent even
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| There’s blood on the hands of time
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| A lie cheapens the vision
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| Did you read between the lines
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| Or did they teach you not to question?
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| There’s blood on the hands of time
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| They’ve taken it all away
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| Buried the past with lies
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| But the pain is still felt today
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| While you were sleeping they dug you a grave
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| Gave you a # instead of a name
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| While you were sleeping they stole your dreams
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| Beat you out of your beliefs
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| There’s blood on the hands of time
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| And in the pages of your books
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| Blood paints the heavens
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| For all the lives that you took
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| There’s blood on the hands of time
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| I still hear the screams
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| These wounds haven’t healed
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| They’ve massacred my dreams
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| Exiled in the land of the free
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| While you were sleeping they took the words from your mouth
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| And bound your hands
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| So when you tried to reach out
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| Noone would understand
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| While you were sleeping they glorified the past |
| Tried to cover up their lies
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| We will never forget
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| There’s blood on the hands of time!
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| Exiled in the land of the free
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| It’s in the eyes of the homeless and the abused
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| Like its in the way that I live with this truth…
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| An outcast in my land, in my home, and in my mind
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| Guilty 'till proven innocent and I’m still doing the time
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| My head is crowded with these screams
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| My mind is massacred by these images…
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| Those who couldn’t keep up with the rest
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| Weren’t worth the bullet
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| Something I’ll never forget
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| Not worth the bullet
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| I’m not gonna forget
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| Not worth the bullet
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| There’s blood on the hands of time
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| We will not forget
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| Our people marched in Exile
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| Not worth the bullet
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| …there's blood on the hands of time
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| Exiled in the land of the free |