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Closet Monster We Rebuilt This City

We read their textbooks. With caution we flamed their pages burnt. Suspecting who holds the pen. Two sides to lies. Two truths. Imagine a curriculum

Rise up. And cut the purse strings that hang you. And drop cause when we fall we're caught. WE BUILT THIS CITY on our own. What happened to our open

about respect. This truly ain't no mecca man. This place is truly fucked. We built it up and watched it fall. And survived with those we trust. All we

Buried on the White House lawn That's imposed freedom's highest cost Maybe for once a price we won't forget I ask, was this our Vietnam? If this is freedom