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Jun 2013
It just isn’t right, it doesn't add up…

They demand bloodshed in exchange for our protection

Shallow promises of safety with no real intentions

Because this was an inside job
And that was a false flag operation

All smoke and mirrors, all to strike fear
In the hearts of what was once a free nation

Chipping away at us and our rights
One fragile layer at a time

Just sign here on this dotted line

Just sign here in the blood of your daughters and sons.

Then go home and be expecting us
When we come to collect all your guns.

So who's really the terrorists here?
SALaprade
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