The cities lay plundered
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The dusk rattles thick with crimes
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Of Violent minds
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Defeated, Repeated
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We're told its a sign on the times
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But we know why
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Media lies disguised as the truth
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one more time
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and spinning right out of control
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to alter the choice we make
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and our view of the world
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We've got to stop before its too late
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So often lost in the overage
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The silent will soon dissappear
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Worse every year
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Kept pinned to the margins
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By misinformation and fear
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and we know why
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Still strident
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yet seeming to suffer alone
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Why cant we see that
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through out blind consumption
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we condone
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systems which train free men
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to feel true powerlessness
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Up The Affiliates
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Good Riddance |