Your ideology reeks with the hate of self you confuse
At the root of revolution there must exist
a love
Am I wrong to call you a killer?
Then what's
How many rivers of blood must spill?
How many more people
In the face of desperation, the scattered voices of many
I don't watch the news, I don't read the papers.
Mothers, don't believe their lies
Don't let them get their
I fear to lose all sympathy for the human race
Are you proud to be a part of the force
Unless we act right now there will be no tomorrow
This
locked up inside of cages took so many years
all
Rope off another section of the city for the upper
Still blindly we plunge into the web again.
Our hands
once again they stick their "morals" where they don't belong
once
(mysterious intro, spoken ramblings by Matt)
Our leaders write the roles
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