| The barren wastes bearing down on me
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| Cracks in the clouds leave me wondering
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| Did the oceans dry out, return to the sky
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| For a privileged perspective of our final goodbye?
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| Pretend it’s a house of peace while she’s buried underneath
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| You built your father’s house over my mother’s grave
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| Bodies, a mass grave collapse the concave floor
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| These sanctimonious steeples will meet us in the dirt
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| Because the earth is trembling, if only we had eyes to see it shake
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| Ignorant until we expire
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| When the ocean fills our veins and the soil becomes my bones
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| Maybe we’ll fall asleep tonight
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| To the madness in the melody poured out for slaves
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| We were dressed in potential, now we’re draped in sorrow
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| Our race is a bloodstain spattered on a profane political campaign
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| Manifest your destiny
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| Stripes and stars comprise my prison bars
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| The cost of liberty
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| Maybe we’ll fall asleep tonight
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| To the madness in the melody poured out for slaves
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| Maybe this storm is a perfect score
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| For wretched bodies washed ashore, poured out for me
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| The life I loved looking up at me
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| Saplings struck like daggers hemorrhaging streams
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| As the breath of my people return to the ground
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| So forests can once more abound
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| The suffering cross that overcame
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| The name of love made concurrent with shame
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| This melody, I thought it familiar
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| It sounds like your heartbeat keeping time
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| Then you turn and remind me that this pain has a purpose
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| And maybe we’ll fall asleep tonight |