| Where are the ones who carry the guns
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| To the far away lands with the blackened suns
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| From the smoke and narrow minds
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| The half-truth trails and the holy lies
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| Of an empty heart and overflowing mouth
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| A plastic smile and a coward’s frown
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| Repercussions come around
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| When the word named free burns to the ground somehow
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| Where are the deaf and where are the dumb
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| From the side of the tracks where no reason comes from
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| And the table’s never bare
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| The water runs and mama’s always there
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| So who separates the world from the start
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| With such words and such words would cause
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| A shot heard round the world
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| A justice that never hurt at all
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| So down, down, down like a ball of flames
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| To the rotten core filling up with names
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| Of hypocrites, what a massive list
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| Don’t exclude yourself from it
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| Don’t compromise administration lies
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| Carried out and covered up with time
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| Carried out and turned around to shine
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| We’re high on a pedestal of broken lies
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| Compassion speaks loud for itself
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| Falls on broken ears and off the value shelf
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| Into the dirt left to the wind
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| Coming up strong, ready to begin
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| To obliterate the word from the start
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| With such ideas come and such ideas cause
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| A spark that will set a blaze
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| And leave the embers red until the end of days
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| So down, down, down like a ball of flames
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| To the rotten core filling up with names
|
| Of hypocrites, what a massive list
|
| Don’t exclude ourselves from it
|
| Don’t compromise administration lies
|
| Carried out and covered up with time
|
| Carried out and turned around to shine
|
| We’re high on a pedestal of broken lies
|
| Where are the ones who carry the guns
|
| To the far away lands with the blackened suns
|
| From the smoke and narrow minds
|
| The half-truth trails and the holy lies
|
| Of an empty heart and overflowing mouth
|
| A plastic smile and a coward’s frown
|
| Repercussions come around
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| When the word named free burns to the ground somehow |