We see you feelings running dry again Who am I but a man that wants to die again Felt fine till you opened up my sin Sit back realize where we've been We see you armies moving in again A police action or genocide again We see the past being hid again Sit back realize where we've been Frustrations seeping in again We're trusting lies instead Of the truth my friend We see the blackness of your sins Take a look back to where we've been Our eyes read between your lines Your actions are as loud as mime's Red tape seals our lips again Take a look back to where we've been You make me want to stand up And scream I want to be free Never think about the unthinkable 1600 and her backwards dance [repeat]
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