Oppression as they wash their hands
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in their own incapacity
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first we gave them our colours
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but now we kick them back to a life of oppression
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And just as easy as our state transforms
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lives into files they chase down the weak,
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line them up and cut them down
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It's their blood on your hands
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history can't wash it away
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Can you bear the conscience for their pain
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and their suffering?
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It's ignorance as they wash their hands
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in their own bliss
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A government death-squad performs
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ethnic cleansing
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And our state will gladly make the arrangements
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send the lambs back to slaughter
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to a religious fascist genocide regime
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It's their blood on your hands
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history can't wash it away
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Can you bear the conscience for their pain
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and their suffering?
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Our silence sanctionizes genocide
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Silence itself is a form of oppression!
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Feel their suffering and their pain...
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Silence Itself Is A Form Of Oppression
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| Adhesive |
