Walk upon the screaming grounds, each step takes us on a different past
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we try to carry on, but you hold us back
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We get used to the pain, 'cause we feel it every day
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We get used to the lies,'cause the truths so far away
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Walk upon the screaming grounds, no respect for the dead
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you see what you want to see, is nothing sacred?
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the past is just an echo we hear in the pages of books
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but how can we let go of something we could never touch
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were given the freedom of speech but you change our words
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you turn to help the environment but you cant respect the earth
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Walk upon the screaming grounds, no respect for the dead
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you see what you want to see, is nothing sacred?
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You sold your life for another life
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You sold your future thought you could survive
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You sold your soul for an education
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What you got was forced relocation
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Walk upon the screaming grounds, no respect for the dead
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you see what you want to see, is nothing sacred?
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Decide now which side of the fence you want to be on
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which way do you want to live?
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how can we choose one or the other
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We must resist
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We will build the bridges
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We will tear down the fences
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We will resist, We will resist!
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Walk upon the screaming grounds, no respect for the dead
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you see what you want to see, is nothing sacred?
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is nothing sacred?
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Resist
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