| I saw you stumble out from the social slaughterhouse
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| Oppression’s progeny, you lift your head and plead for mercy
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| Rocks began as building blocks until they turned to throwing stones
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| A monolith of dominance we set atop your plinth of bones
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| This privilege is a prism, reflecting our indecision
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| The iniquities of inhibition, our indifference gave way to a prison
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| Classes at war, castes are born, criminals are sworn in
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| Place your hands to the pulse of this city
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| Keep your ear to the ground, hear her gasp
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| «I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe»
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| Are we so blind to believe that violence could give birth to peace?
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| Lay down our weapons and raise our arms
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| Make every breath a protest
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| In a world where your neighbors cannot breathe
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| Every second in the shadows, lives are stolen in the sun
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| Slowly waking from our apathy to see the fascists have won
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| They already won
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| Just ask the child in front of the smoking gun
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| Are we so blind to believe that violence could give birth to peace?
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| Place your hands to the pulse of this city
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| Keep your ear to the ground, hear him gasp
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| «I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe»
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| We shout at fascist hands, fixed on asphyxiating those in need
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| Place your hands to the pulse of this city
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| Keep your ear to the ground, hear them gasp
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| «I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe»
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| Are we so blind to believe that violence could give birth to peace?
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| I’ve seen the end
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| The tyrant on his knees
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| Will we starve our need for retribution
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| Or take his eye and all go blind? |