Its easy to forget, really
That there's blood in all this
It is there though, I assure you
It grows, like flowers in a field
It manifests
Like this sense that we are right
We are golden
We are free
That we and only we
can be bound by this righteousness
A small community of flag wavers
Each with a small, rolled up copy of the constitution up their ****
The blood is there, I swear it
I am quite sure
With every living and breathing limb
A member of the politicians puppeteer act
And for this emblem
(Everyone must wear it we say!)
We shall flood the red sea
So let us suppose it is a chess game
That is how it seems to me
Perhaps blood is merely a figment
A placebo for patriotism
In this chess game
We wave our flag as puppeted
Hope, dance, howl and pray for a checkmate
Jan 13, 2013
Jan 13, 2013 at 10:54 PM UTC
Its easy to forget, really
That there's blood in all this
It is there though, I assure you
It grows, like flowers in a field
It manifests
Like this sense that we are right
We are golden
We are free
That we and only we
can be bound by this righteousness
A small community of flag wavers
Each with a small, rolled up copy of the constitution up their ****
The blood is there, I swear it
I am quite sure
With every living and breathing limb
A member of the politicians puppeteer act
And for this emblem
(Everyone must wear it we say!)
We shall flood the red sea
So let us suppose it is a chess game
That is how it seems to me
Perhaps blood is merely a figment
A placebo for patriotism
In this chess game
We wave our flag as puppeted
Hope, dance, howl and pray for a checkmate
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