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I´m conscious of liars that cross my path
The sinners ambitious to rule this land
The gardens are dead and the walls have bled
People betrayed in a secret rage

Turn it off, somebody´s asking me
Turn it off, somebody hears
Turn it off, somebody´s asking me
Turn it off, somebody show a better way

The system´s in distress
We feel the consequence, yeah
Sinners and liars have crossed my path
There´s simple disgrace from the souls of man
My sister´s in rags and her babe´s in pain

Turn it off, somebody´s asking me
Turn it off, somebody hears
Turn it off, somebody´s asking me
Turn it off, somebody hears
Turn it off

Don´t hear the words I´m preaching
If you deny the times of tribulation
Don´t read the words I´ve given
If you believe there´s sides to revelations
Life that once was taken brings a million lives to isolation
Brings a million lives to isolation

Turn it off, somebody´s asking me
Turn it off, somebody hears
Turn it off, somebody´s asking me
Turn it off, somebody hears
Turn it off

I´m conscious of liars that cross my path
The sinners ambitious to rule this land
The gardens are dead and the walls have bled



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Turn It Off
Boston (º¸½ºÅæ)



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