When the world is bled until there's nothing left
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The meek will inherit the stench of death
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As progress stubles diplomacy crumbles
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They'll still rejoice in their choice of four
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more years of state neglect
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These open wounds will not heal as
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your children die at home and abroad
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It's a perpetual cycle
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It's a downward spiral in the name of religion
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From New Orleans to Baghdad their agenda
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is clear; no one gets in the way
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They'll manipulate your choice and wane your
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life on false hopes so you'll never go astray.
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One by one the states turn blood-red
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Held hostage at the whim of a madman
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Destiny-driven, the future is blood-red
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State of denial, render unto madmen
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The ballots punched
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The crosses borne
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The flag held high
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The war goes on
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And people have died for this choice of
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four more years It goes on and on
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People have died for this choice.
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Blood-Red States
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| Witch Hunt |
