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In the states there's a problem with race because ignorant past burned fires. From evolution we've been killing each other, I figure man should have it down to a science. No chance, not for a minute, not for a second I won't be depensive. I'm straight out in my opinion, you'd better listen to a man who knows what he's saying. I've seen your side. You run and hide for the mere fact that you feel inferior. Be superior, and know your interior. Pre-Chorus : Race, Pride, Predjudice. Blackman, whiteman, no stand. Live in the past, we make it last, a hated mass. No solution, mind pollution, for revolution. Chorus : So low behold my eyes, this land of fools will rise. No good, for no one. You blame oppression and play the role of criminals, to rape and burn show progress is minimal. White hoods and militants you know it's such a pity, living, breathing, violence in your city. If one man had one home, in one world, he'd live alone without variety. Full of anxiety, no one to point at, question, or even talk to- in his private grave. No matter closed mind playing teh part of Prison cells.
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Fall of grief I scream at the wind, thought I heard teh words of others. I'm prison myself, and stay in a shell. I won't let you in to have a story to tell. Things tend to drag me down, don't understand so they hat me now.
Chorus : My fear grips teh will of stone. My grip fears I'll die alone.
I promised myself somewhere in teenage life I'd never submit to the ones I will not be like. Live in a hole, but tay close to my kind, cause they understand what burns in my mind. I still feel incomplete, friends are few and far between.
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Serving the faith, abduction the oath, it lie in wait for the offering. Religion is old, for drawing the young. Purity withers and dies. Never return to the ones that provided. Childern drawing parents of will. I hold out my hand to bloodless child. I'm taken by the one I was saving from death.
Chorus : By demons be driven, beckon the call.
With decline in mind, end not far, we're left hanging alone here. He pulls us from nails, shatters our bones. Leaving us crippled and strewn. Boiling my corpse in the blood of his children, praying for his god to prevail. Burying us with loved ones, to sleep with shelled children of the sixth dimension. |
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