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False Flag Blues
01:30
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"We don’t see your color; you’re all just the same.
The violence you claim is worse in your name."
To protect and serve the American way,
They’re defining the line, dividing us by, black and blue.
They're dividing us, black and blue.
Blue line through a false flag, they parade it with pride.
A new flag for an old hate; a pretense of justice.
Blue line through the pavement, they paint to divide.
A silent hostility; familiar separation.
They were never walking the razor's edge.
When they are praised for killing the innocent,
Can’t you see that you’re just breeding murderers,
Uniformed murders?
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In Frame // Out of Focus
02:41
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Return to nothing
Farewells in waiting
Biting my cheek
Waiting for the pinch
Crossing imaginary lines
For this homecoming
Return to shores of distance
Strangers in a separate universe
Remote apathy in my homeland
Becoming estranged again
Waking to find another piece walked off the edge of the page
I dreamt in color once
Will it happen again?
Too many steps to count
Train tickets and cab rides home
Can I maintain (14 hours)
One more year? (Endless, weightless)
Will this plague me? (Sleepless, restless)
Can I maintain?
Return to native soil
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Providence
02:33
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Pain, death, disease; need I list more?
A gift from above; these things are heaven sent.
Blind faith and prayers will bring us nothing.
Blind faith and prayers will bring us nothing but tragedy.
They worship the invisible for a chance for eternity,
But there’s been no plague greater than God.
How can we be saved by the grace of God,
When surely our demise,
the death of us, will be at the hands of God?
(There’s no kingdom to inherit and no flame to burn us.)
How can we be saved by the grace of God,
When surely our demise,
the death of us, will be at the hands of God?
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At What Cost
05:29
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Power move after power move,
They shifted all the wealth and power to the top.
And with all this great power,
All we get is great irresponsibility.
Our enemy is not the poor or the immigrant.
Our enemy is not those who need assistance.
Our enemy does not act in our best interest.
This is not a class war, it’s legalized genocide.
One day we’ll look back (where they took a mile)
And count every inch. (where they took a mile)
One day we’ll take back (where they took a mile)
Every single inch and every mile.
How can there be justice when you’re too big to jail?
How can there be justice when you’re too big to fail?
They take our lives and our time.
When will we take what we’re owed?
We live and die by their swords.
What can we wage when we’re spent?
The scales are tipped; unbalanced.
We live and die by their swords.
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Nostromo
03:25
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The shame they cast won’t hold any weight.
How can they judge without standing in your shoes?
Friends can trace the mirrors edge.
Reflections shape our own design.
Chipping away outside perspective.
Reminding yourself you’re only human.
Silenced by indignant cries.
Talking heads spewing venom.
(Inconsistent arguments with no experience)
Sick of tracing these handouts
The models have changed
Their views stayed the same
Sick of tracing these handouts
Their privilege is to never know
What it’s like to make this choice,
To have them ripped from your hands.
What it’s like to make this choice,
To let them go and be this crestfallen.
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