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Enemy of the afraid Terror of the tame The privileged have you made Into killers by name If dying is your game Too suspicious, skin too dark your foreign tongue Has made its mark Bomb terror, bomb terror Empathy to maim Get your guns, weapon bearer If dying is your game Weighing lives against each other Civil fear, where is your mother If misused power lent you fame then dying is your game
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Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 5:56 PM UTC
*Civil Fear*
Enemy of the afraid Terror of the tame The privileged have you made Into killers by name If dying is your game Too suspicious, skin too dark your foreign tongue Has made its mark Bomb terror, bomb terror Empathy to maim Get your guns, weapon bearer If dying is your game Weighing lives against each other Civil fear, where is your mother If misused power lent you fame then dying is your game
The terror is on your side of the gun, fools. Fear is your killer voice. We shall overcome,  love transcends.
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soyslices
Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 5:56 PM UTC
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