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Hate Speech
02:38
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We packed our bags, travelled down roads
We said goodbye to friends and family at home
We made our way, snuck in at night
With nothing more than the hope for a better life
And now that we’re here, and part of your world
The only name we get called by is “criminal”
This is the hell that we go through
This is potential that you throw to waste
But there are things that we strive for
And those dreams won’t die today
In dark apartment rooms, mothers softly cry
As men in suits sign bills that rid their children of their lives
It’s hate speech legislation, legalized discrimination
Racism, nothing more
And when it’s done, and all’s been said and through
Our only crime is that we want to be just like you
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2. |
Memorial Day Parade
03:13
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The television makes a show of shallow graves
But right outside my southern town still looks the same
So why do I feel like I’m under fire half a world away
I swore I’d never put myself through this again
‘Cause in my head it sounds like Jerusalem in springtime
My eyes bleed red like a man ripped to shreds on a Baghdad street
Will I finally reach the point at which I break and don’t come back?
Or will I find a way to set my soul at peace
Forced into a grey world trapped between extremes
Made to fight for good by use of evil means
So how come every time I drift off I’m still haunted by the screams
Can I find a way to tame my memories
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Leftovers
02:44
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As the sun sets down behind Virginian hills
The lights don’t flicker on, the streets remain silent and still
Those who have want for nothing more
While those who go without suffer worse than before
I’m getting used to the things I need
Being taken from my hands then discarded at my feet
How long can we afford to wait
When everything we need now is taken and thrown away
They take it and throw it away
Everything we need now is taken and thrown away
Everything we have now is taken and thrown away
Everything we love, taken and thrown away
Without the noise of the great machine
You can almost hear the cries of the desperately in need
I’m getting used to the things I love
Being taken from my hands then discarded with a shrug
How long can we afford to wait
When everything we love now is taken and thrown away
They take it and throw it away
Until the day we die
We fight for the air that we breathe
We fight for the food that we eat
We fight for the air that we breathe
We fight for the scraps at their feet
Everything we love
Take it and throw it away
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Scheduling Conflict
02:50
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Wait, step back, take a look around at things
Tragedies lay at your feet in plain view for all to see
Let’s go, discontent, it’s rotting out your soul
Will you get down on your knees for this world, fuck no
Walking around with your headphones on
Disengaged, self-removed from everything that’s going on
Turn on your tv and hear a hypocrite speak
The hope I used to know is now falling out of reach
Locked down in the safety of your home
Huddle close to your possessions and the valuables you own
Everyday’s a new excuse to live indifferently
The hope I know, is falling out of reach
Falling out of reach
A false sense of morality
A skeptic’s inferiority
On right and wrong we’ve heard you speak
The hope I know is falling out, falling out of reach
When the black clouds roll in
Where will you take shelter from the storm?
Coming to terms with the world we know
Troubled feelings that you can’t let go
Buried deep within your soul
Eat the poison fruit from the seeds we’ve sown
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