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Protest with your fists up high.

Don’t let them through, let fire swallow the sky.

We cannot protest, only raping the vine.

Numb we reduce what makes us stronger deny.

We are not alive just run of our pages.

Nothing but stains on the floor .

Devour dignity. A nation of need without remorse.

Claiming the seat next to a new God.

Despair elected by fraud.

Working machine, bow down to anyone, lifetime we lost the fight.

Working machine, bow down to anyone lifetime lost with out course.

We are not alive. Nothing but stains on the floor.

We lost it all and then we lost even more.

This is the truth behind the death of life.

This is the truth behind the life of death.