[Verse 1:]
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We stole this country from one race without a second glance
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Then enslaved another race and forced them to harvest the land
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Perhaps it's bad karma from the founding forefathers
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This could be the cause of our problems that's coming back to haunt us
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Our current state is tainted with AIDS and inflation
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And other heinous things that plagues this over populated nation
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Living in fear of terrorists leaving us clearly scared of our
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Mirrored reflections appearing to be so nightmarish
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Before we all perish can we get along and bear it?
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Can we resolve and evolve from all the wrong we did inherit?
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Or is it too late just accepting our true fate?
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Never learning from the past mistakes while sending ourselves to a doomsday
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[Hook:]
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On the blood paved road
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We tell our lies
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On the blood paved road
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We can't survive
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On the blood paved road
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[Verse 2:]
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Advertising propaganda, it's driving us all bananas
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We care more about the brands we wear instead of being aware
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Of the issues that effect u, s constitution that protects us
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Misdirection that infects us, petty things that keep us separate
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It is now obvious we are Illuminati zombies surrounding the television
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Hypnotized embodied submerged in commercialism
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Perturbed by these euphemisms disturbing these organisms
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Consumed with consumerism
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It's a never-ending cycle and we seem to feel entitled
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To treat each other quite spitefully
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Social media idols and diva's attention seeking heathens
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What a tangled web were weaving total state of disbelieving
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Toward the edge we keep receding
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3:]
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Hey, let me ask you this: can we put a stop to this?
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Self inflicted apocalypse thinking about the consequence
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Everything we've ever known, all the injustice we've shown
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Seems to me we have not grown, it's still there in undertones
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Daily life look around you, this ain't right, made to spite you
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With they're lies to entice you, hope you bite then endight you
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It's so sadd, but it's the truth, I wish this play could call a truce
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Matter of time before we loose and then we all hang from the noose
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[Hook]
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Blood Paved Road
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| Prozak |
