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Where are the ones who carry their guns
To the far away lands with the blackened suns
From the smoke and narrow minds
The half-truth trails and holy lies
Of an empty heart and overflowing mouth
A plastic smile and a coward’s frown
Repercussions come around
When the word named free burns to the ground somehow

Where are the deaf and where are the dumb
From the side of the tracks
Where no reason comes from
And the tables never bare
The water runs and mamas always there
So who separates the world from the start
Where such words would come and such thoughts would cause
A shot heard round the world
Or just as sad never heard at all

So down, down, down like a ball of flames
To the rotten core filling up with names of hypocrites.
What a massive list
Don’t exclude yourself from it
Don’t compromise administration lies
Carried out and covered up with time
Carried out and turned around to shine
Or high on a pedestal of broken lives

Compassion speaks loud for itself
Falls on broken ears and off the value shelf
Into the dirt left to the wind
Coming up strong ready to begin
To obliterate the word from the start
Where such ideas come and such ideas cause
A spark that’ll set a blaze
And leave the embers red until the end of days

So down, down, down like a ball of flames
To the rotten core filling up with names of hypocrites.
What a massive list
Don’t exclude yourself from it
Don’t compromise administration lies
Carried out and covered up with time
Carried out and turned around to shine
Or high on a pedestal of broken lives
Where are the ones who carry their guns
To the far away lands with the blackened suns
From the smoke and narrow minds
The half-truth trails and holy lies
Of an empty heart and overflowing mouth
A plastic smile and a coward’s frown
Repercussions come around
When the word named free burns to the ground somehow

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