the blindfolds on you're force fed this shit from the day you are born.
from the beginning meant for demise.
Listen close. But is it all true?
The plate of prescription that they feed you?
Tired of seeing
tired of screaming
the anguish is seering.
Turn it all off. And see for your self gather your own based on what you have felt.
bite the hand the feeds
Fend for your own it's time that we see.
Fighting, building our own path. The ground that you stood on is ground of the past.
No more hate it's time that we win this.
War. Upon these streets
We fight for what we stand for
And We can't be beat.
Unified together and proud.
My heads feeling clearer my feet on the ground.
Make a difference for what you believe. Come together and stop this disease.
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