| Facing brutality i struggle with morality
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| I don’t think that i can take it anymore
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| Indoctrinated into cultural norms functionless forms:
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| «dominate and bleed infect with greed» and we succumb…
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| I aggressive inherently am the illegitmate child
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| Of the gun intertwined with the dollar sign
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| And now as i walk through the valley of the shadow of death
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| I have become your evil and your hate is within me
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| For the rod and the staff have taught me all to well
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| These hands would drip with blood
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| If i traded truth for certainty
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| Power beckons to the unsure and afraid
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| The atavists of ignorance who initiate
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| Our bodies cast the shadow of everyone who has ever lived
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| And all the gods all the demons all the heavens
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| And all the hells are within us…
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| But that i privilaged revolutionary could prescribe rites
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| Of passage for all? |
| in preparing bloody defenses
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| Let our lineage remain clear: Armenia, Nanking, East Timor
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| Cambodia, Rwanda, Iraq, Kosovo the shattered lives
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| And battered wives, underscored by forceful lies
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| Are inside of us, inside of me
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| I aggressive inherently could destroy humanity
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| I’m only one step away
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| One single blow unjustified
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| I’m only one step away
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| Caught between rule or be ruled
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| Want or want not
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| With no easy way out |