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At night I hear innocent people's blood cry out to me from the ground Innocent souls who can't find rest nor come back to the arms of their loved ones
Dear Past-Day America, The dreams that you created by your own hands soon built itself with the wisdom and insight of mighty people.
Oh, say, can you see, blinded by the tear gas By the dawn's early light, shining through our body bags as we lay on the street, hitting our 3 hour mark What so proudly we hailed
The vessel that pops and screams to be free But constantly neglecting because of my skin. The thrown your so high on, has you corrupted