Was it dark in there in the trench from wich you came
Was it hard to step outside and feel the rain
Did the empty shells trip you as you stumble to your feet
Thousands of bodies innocent bodies
Fill the street
Like a **** growing threw the concreate, you stand tall
For a nation that rises just to fall
The lies ......
The lies flood the street like the aftermath of a natural disaster
Im not a christian
I haveo master
You call this the land of the free
Where is the freedom
Where is the dream
Where are the answers
Open your eyes
Your enemies claim to be on your team
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 7:07 AM UTC
Was it dark in there in the trench from wich you came
Was it hard to step outside and feel the rain
Did the empty shells trip you as you stumble to your feet
Thousands of bodies innocent bodies
Fill the street
Like a **** growing threw the concreate, you stand tall
For a nation that rises just to fall
The lies ......
The lies flood the street like the aftermath of a natural disaster
Im not a christian
I haveo master
You call this the land of the free
Where is the freedom
Where is the dream
Where are the answers
Open your eyes
Your enemies claim to be on your team
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