Put an imperfect impression on me Kept on giving me a false reality It was such a lonely feeling The end of a world, came crashing down Down, down, down, down,
Giving scars to the earth without a sound Shaking and trembling, now I am loud Sending prayers to the hurt Taking shots for the crowd The guns of Aleppo, can't be heard in U.S. towns
Copped, coined, catch-phrased and cowed. Convinced the mass the religion is proud It no longer safe to put your head in the sand IED's soon to be buried, made by rebel hands, Funded, armed and let loose by Uncle Sam.
A dollar fills a Saudi Prince pocket, A contract to **** a million strangers Fathers, mothers, sons and daughters The gun barrel, the oil barrel, all for profit. Ask yourself what can you do to stop it?