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They live and die by images so lets exploit back Flip and reverse it watch the audience attack They've got the power, we've got the paint Do the ad jam
Cast the pearls aside, of a simple life of need Come into my life forever The crumbled cities stand as known Of the sights you have been shown Of the
No matter where I go, your always there cause no matter where I sit man, I sit in fear A Martial law soon taken effect, They stole the right to be defiant
What a shame, what a shame so quick Life lost so young and missed When it?s stubbed out suddenly, turned off like the flick of a switch Once you exit
I'm sitting in a classroom, bored to death; I'm falling asleep. Are these teachers in front of me ? or just your puppets on a string? Do you even know
Religion serves a purpose, this I realize But when they organize, is when they commit the crimes. The crimes upon the weak, and the crimes upon the poor
American Politicians have scarred our good name There are those too scared to see the terror threat hyperbole Were not all blood thirsty, ignorant, flag
Security is the blackmail of peace It promised me two things Thinking my life would change I fell for the same things The first promise was my death
This is a story called, When is enough, enough? When that line is drawn in the sand and your birthright is more than circumstance. Well, instead of extending
We're doing all we can with hands behind our backs, still freedom is all that I demand Well, paint me in the corner and watch me grow claws Where survival
We're the devils parents rise against, Done nothing but raise themselves. These holy rollers judge them And sentence them to hell. For asking them
Pull out, pull out, pull out, it's gone to deep. Pull out, pull out, pull out, it's later than you think. I need your opinion like I need a bullet in
American politicians have scarred our good name There are those too scared to see the terror threat hyperbole We?re not all blood thirsty, ignorant,
Know you by waste and not by your face. Not by introduction not by handshake. Not by the things that you own, but the things you dispose. It's not a
Don't run us off the road, We'd just like ourselves a lane We've got nothing to lose, cause our race is not in vain So treat us like a dog because we
Politicians wasted our money for too long, And religious leaders are raping our children. So where are the poets? They're all at their slams, And where
