| Bold is the one who dares to say what he feels
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| Renegation man, to one he yields
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| The bleeding hearts and empty minds, hiding words they fear
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| Blind is the one who censors what we see and hear
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| Come into my world and take a journey with me
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| Paint me a portrait now, of the things you see
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| Men are poor and lost in war of ideology
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| No solution will prevail unless we can be
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| Free of anger, free of pain
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| Free of hatred that we obtain
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| Tell me what this place was meant to be
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| Can you see? |
| Can you see what it does to me?
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| Can you hear? |
| Can you read?
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| Can you see what it did to me!
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| Totalitarians in a Perilous Nation
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| Forcing through control turns, to desolation
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| Listen to the leader speak, he’s your only friend
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| Take a stand in the motherland, take it to the end
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| Say now what you will, before they make it illegal
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| Time to draw the line, between the bad and the evil
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| Distant times had friendly rules, became its deadliest foe
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| We have heard it all before, the morals come and go
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| Men are poor and lost in war of ideology
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| No solution will prevail unless we can be
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| Free of anger, free of pain
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| Free of hatred that we obtain
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| Tell me what this place was meant to be
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| Free of anger, free of pain
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| Free of hatred that we obtain
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| Tell me what this place was meant to be
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| Can you see? |
| Can you see what it does to me?
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| Can you hear? |
| Can you read?
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| Can you see what it did to me, can you hear? |
| Can you read?
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| Can you see what it did to me
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| Can you hear? |
| Can you read?
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| Can you see what it did to me… |