The firing squads are over, now here the meat wagon
All my selfpointed rage towards weakness that surrenders to violence.
Lost your tracks in Jerusalem and wept at the wall
If you could have the legal rights on air, be
Those who have none will have even less, so those
We wretched innocents. We walk this earth with no God
Now here, no where. Grey paint on grey canvas. No
Seen the worst minds of my generation making too much
In the name of every holy hero: show me the
Rain still falls. Kiss it goodbye. you'll be leaving soon.
Dead children should haunt your sleep. Dead children don't show
There's no love in you.Your violence proves this true One
The damage I've wrought, the death that I've brought, the
On this gallery we work, our skin is salt and
Where dying and loneliness speak the same language being on
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