Our lives are not expendable Our murdering wheels are stuck in the bloodstream All our corsets have been tied To satisfy their appetites
All our customs leave our consciousness behind All this balance interrupted If you breath what I do and bleed in red too
We paint a picture of human nature This distance that we fight To the second they collected Preaching war the class war Property violence carries greed so the prisons From the back of the store We look at our laws ripped to pieces
All our customs leave our consciousness behind All this balance interrupted If you breath what I do and bleed in red too
All our customs leave our consciousness behind All this balance interrupted If you breath what I do and bleed in red too
Did they smile through their teeth You deserve this professional mess Speaking from the side of their mouth Letting you fallow with an isolation Giving strength to weakness Not for you and all the dead It's not collateral whoa oh
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