old school yards passed By the churches I'd prayed By a prison wall sign Who'll come visit these graves? Dust, wait cause everything is fine down here I swear I
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Passing through the radio Time was talking, time was pointless Time was in a paper bag My hands are tied Unity recognizing free fall religion Plant
Hey, there's blood in your veins Shoot, now the blood on your face hunting for the hunter's chemical cure Accident? Borne intellect Said you, said you
Burn the village to the ground Gather the survivors and kill them all Leave no stone unturned Stop at nothing to quench your thirst Dehumanize the enemy
in fuckin' state Wasn't born too late to realize that hate Means building walls Means killing sin We're breaking in Enough deceit Enough of grief I can
Of Shameless forego This sickening pleasure to breed Your urban crisis so free your guards let down I can hear your screams Sorrow bleeds these lies I
disease You lost your dream, lost your friends, tears of un-bred Admitting the evil A bed of evil I lay One down Sugar As I watch the world exploding
Hollywood Underground No cash, lonely in the night Stranded, tied, stiletto heels Tying Up, no regrets Living high, stay low Kicking it out in style
Traded for the gift of happiness Listen while everything fades to grey I'll listen Listen to stories caught up in a feverish nightmare I'm not a fish
unbridled minds Consensus wrapped us in a handbag Mesmerized by TV sets and craze For winning numbers and a chance to hate We've had our minds ripped
Time for you War, live, for, die War, die, war Dead before Lock down dead before you wake Sick Sunday mistake Lock down dead before you wake Suddenly I hate
Never dreamt of a nuclear shower And never scraped the flesh from skin and bone Last call for a soviet summer The last call This onslaught won't back
stand Fight make believe Slow Lights out mister Sorry that I feel so angry Crawl to the bottle shop Reach into my situations Oblivious unluck Bury the guilt, I
There was no escape It was no passing phase for the thousands held at gunpoint Digging their own graves Or for those used to fuel the fires Or as slaves
A pathological government told be of another Vietnam and said "If you lose sight while you're searching, we'll find you a target and rise our unity"
Brick heavy Transplanted hearts The factory pumps another Electric chairs Another cynics story Pushed off in fear It's just an oozing year Burnt vacant
