| In a face a view, through eyes this world collides
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| I am voiceless in my angst
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| And nothing can take us back to innocence
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| Short, sharp, bloodlust reality
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| In despair I reach for night
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| In water purity reigns to be resolute
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| And as a land we clean our minds, reap our belongings
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| Sew our angers and our strengths
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| All too obsessed by weakness
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| We have brought ourselves to meaninglessness
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| So easy to control, bring to harm
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| A gathering of fools unjustified, on a mountain
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| And I collect my thoughts
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| And I rise above all that despises me
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| Comprehend the ways of man and under a flag
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| We salute or burn, there is blood on both shores
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| With hardened mind I traveled, with hardened mind I conquered
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| A freedom so ironic, so despicable, so hypocritical
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| There is anger resolute
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| Rears its familiar head on the TV screen
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| In a dozen bags a life was placed
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| In a breath he smiled and waved
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| For five minutes at a time the power held true
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| And without consternation our laws are lost
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| Lost to butchers, lost to child killers, lost to narcotic ritual
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| Another tag, another headline
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| Another smiling photograph shall stay 10 winters long forever
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| And where are the angels to guard?
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| Where is the god of men and children?
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| He is stalking the minds of dark poor souls
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| And I know it’s right, because I know it’s time for freedom
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| To kill another and to kill another
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| And to kill another child of the flag
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| 'Til there are none left… and another
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| And to kill another, and to kill another…
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| Gaze upon what you’ve become
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| And take a look at what you’ve done
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| You’ll repent for what you’ve done
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| Raping my daughter, raping my son |