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No matter where I go, your always there
cause no matter where I sit man, I sit in fear
A Martial law soon taken effect,
They stole the right to be defiant, while we're turning our heads.
The informed citizen became un-American,
for reading a book instead of watching the television.
Supporting peace and not the president.
Rather die on the cross than for a fucking republican.

They live and die by images so lets exploit back
Flip and reverse it watch the audience attack
They've got the power, we've got the paint
Do the ad jam baby let me show you the way.

Spotlight on a lie, call it center stage
Brands responsible for the facades they create
And plaster in our minds, of peaceful happy times

What a shame, what a shame so quick
Life lost so young and missed
When it’s stubbed out suddenly, turned off like the flick of a switch
Once you exit out the back door, can’t come round here no more
No re-entry no return it’s a lesson hard learned

Burning the water brown, it will come to break you down
Burning the water brown and in its depths you will drown

I'm sitting in a classroom, bored to death; I'm falling asleep.
Are these teachers in front of me ? or just your puppets on a string?
Do you even know the lies that you're telling me?
Have you learned what you teach?
You've accepted their bullshit long ago. You forgot you're on your knees.

Teacher, Teacher, teach the truth.
Got your story , Don't got your proof.

Do you know what they say
Do you know what they say
What they say about you
Do you know what they do
Do you know what they do
When you leave the room
Do you know what they say
Do you know what they say

They made radio for the music
Now they just make music for the radio

Kids, kill your imagination, put emotions on hold
Forget destructive notions about changing the world
You look so better in a crowd
You look better uninspired
We don't want to see you happy

Religion serves a purpose
This I realize
But when they organize
Is when they commit the crimes
The crimes upon the weak
And the crimes upon the poor,
Spreading filthy money baskets
Under stained glass windows

American Politicians have scarred our good name
There are those too scared to see the terror threat hyperbole
Were not all blood thirsty, ignorant, flag waving government sycophants
See through the lies, in corporate ties
We singing we want a change

And ignoring the Log in our eye, sending thousands off to die
watch them lose their ass on page 23, then they save their face on your TV

Security is the blackmail of peace
It promised me two things
Thinking my life would change
I fell for the same things

The first promise was my death
And survival was the second card
That I could hope to live on

This is a story called, When is enough, enough?
When that line is drawn in the sand
and your birthright is more than circumstance.
Well, instead of extending that American helping hand,
Sometimes we extend the iron fist, to brothers and sisters caught in the mix. Check it out.

Let me kill, a little bit more,
Let me have, a little bit more,

Pull out, pull out, pull out, it's gone to deep.
Pull out, pull out, pull out, it's later than you think.

I need your opinion like I need a bullet in my head.
You didn't care then, so why care now unless you're cashing in on the dividends.
I'm not gonna sit by the side of the road. Turn your cheek.
I know what I saw, I'll forget what I'm told. - That's not me.
I'm not gonna sit by the side of the road, watching brothers die, or pretend it's kosher.

Politicians wasted our money for too long,
And religious leaders are raping our children.
So where are the poets? They're all at their slams,
And where are the leaders? Taken out by the man.
Where is my money? I know I had it somewhere.
Someone picked my pocket, probably was an old lady.
Where's my favorite rockstars?
They both shot themselves to death.

Know you by waste and not by your face.

Not by introduction not by handshake.

Not by the things that you own, but the things you dispose

It's not a case of theft but a case of loan

Don't run us off the road
We'd just like ourselves a lane
We've got nothing to lose
Cause our race is not in vain

So treat us like a dog
Because we eat from your floor
We'll take care of ourselves

Yes, yes. Ha ha ha. Check it out.
Who's world is this? Yeah.
Who’s world is this, the world is yours, the world is yours,
It’s mine it’s mine, it’s mine.
Who’s world is this, the world is yours, the world is yours,
It’s mine it’s mine, it’s mine.
What’s become of these times, I used to have brothers and sisters
now they're just ememies of mine.