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OPEN WOUNDS
03:05
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Stolen life on stolen land
Collapsing here like grains of sand
Inequity embodied while these bodies decay
The hourglass is empty
There is no time of day
No radar blip, no sound alarm
What insolent pigs who run this farm
Cold blooded racist system
entrenched with vile hate
A legacy of open wounds
Tomorrow is too late
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SPIT
03:40
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You've poisoned their minds
with hatred and lies
Your ignorance and bigotry
is heroic in their eyes
What kind of filth puts a child on front lines?
You hide behind their innocence
Maybe one day they will see
You are the enemy
My body is not where you will practice your religion
My womb is not a storage unit for your fucking children
Your semen is worth no more
than spit/ swallow/ abort as I see fit
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3. |
SKIN JACKET
02:56
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Merciless steel jaw
Clamps down on your leg
You scream for hours
You cry for days
You long for shelter
No one is coming to save you
Thirst, hunger, fear grow stronger
They will come
watch you take
your last breath
they want to wear your skin
Your own flesh stands
between life and death
So desperate now
you sink your teeth in
They will smash your skull to pieces and wear your fucking skin
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WHITE PICKET FENCE
02:56
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It has to start with me
It has to start with you
Look beyond the white picket fence
See the world and it's ugly truth
Democracy fails
Corruption prevails
People want change
Resistance remains
Met with violence and fear of death
Fighting to live, voices held captive
No food to spare
No medical care
Homes lay in waste
A culture erased
Displaced and freezing in the cold of night
You have the privilege to ignore their plight
They don't want to tear down your fence
Your rotting white picket fence
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5. |
THE SICKNESS REMAINS
04:41
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All the money in the world cannot buy back the dead
Or ease the pain and suffering of those on which you tread
Nor will it release the grip of hateful fear you spread
All the money in the world cannot buy back the dead
Daddy died overseas left you and mommy all alone
That military pension barely paying for your home
There's a life that's blown to bits with every dollar spent
All the money in the world cannot buy back the dead
Freedom from capitalist reign
Freedom from a life lived in vain
Economic slavery with nothing to gain
Time disappears
Sickness remains
You take their culture, land, and lives
Five hundred years of genocide
Apologies and dollar signs
are the holes in which you hide
$ Two billion more excuses
for what remains unsaid
That all the money in the world cannot buy back the dead
All the money in the world cannot buy back the dead
No wrong can be made right with the money that you spend
You can buy the tools to dig your graves
and live your lives as corporate slaves
But all the money in the world cannot buy back the dead
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