| Bind the wrist, cut the tongue, call it Liberation
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| Bind the wrist, cut the tongue, call it Liberation
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| Invader, you dare make me a stranger
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| Invader, you brand me as a traitor
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| These borders were forged in loss
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| Painted with a martyr’s forgotten blood
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| Legions of stone infecting the land
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| Legions we carved into the palm of God’s hand
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| Stigmata cities stitched together with walls intent
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| On sanitizing the sedition of our dark traditions
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| We begin with the purest of intentions
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| Then fabricate the cruelest inventions
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| Interpret the subtext: «S — O — S»
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| Euthanized with euphemistic lies, populace of blank binary minds
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| Appetite for endless apathy, breathing in, in, insecurity
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| Until you see your reflection through the scope of a weapon
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| Nothing will ever change
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| A revolution stirs in the silence
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| The movement defies this negative space
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| I hear you through the noise
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| The truth that speaks in silence, scale the divides we devise
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| We locked out the world, but we’re locked inside
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| I hear you through the noise
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| The hope sung from the margins, my heartbeat just a step behind
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| I didn’t know your name, but I knew we were out of time
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| Nuclear families split apart like the atom
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| Demagogues proliferate the calloused grip of the state
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| The future asphyxiates under nativist suspicions
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| Insipid minds domestic fission
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| Bind the wrist, cut the tongue, call it Liberation
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| Bind the wrist, cut the tongue, call it Liberation
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| Thirteen, cold as a stillborn — wounds still warm in his chest Behold the
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| crimson lens, peer through the gaps in the flesh
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| Bullets raining from Babylon: the price of wealth
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| How can you resist this cycle if you can’t resist yourself?
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| What a world we knew
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| Before we fearfully withdrew
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| To our silent cells of solitude
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| But still, I hear you, I hear you
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| I hear you through the noise
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| The truth that speaks in silence, scale the divides we devise
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| We locked out the world, but we’re locked inside
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| I hear you through the noise
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| The hope sung from the margins, my heartbeat just a step behind
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| I didn’t know your name but I knew we were out of time |