How can you still live more once the round,
when the truth is right in front of your eyes?
How long do you want them to scream?
How much more blood
has to be spilled?
You can hide as long as you want before
the walls will knock on your door.
Pitch fire,
razor blast,
filled with the blood of those you left behind.
Change the vote and decide on this.
I keep thinking that you are not the same.
The sound of sirens,
stuck in the ruins.
The sound of violence can't be repressed.
At the eye of the storm, peaceful and unarmed.
They had to put down their rouses to back up the guns.
How long do you want them to scream?
How much more blood
has to be spilled?
You can hide as long as you want before
the walls will knock on your door.
Pitch fire,
razor blast,
filled with the blood of those you left behind.
Change the vote and decide on this.
I keep thinking that you are not the same.
They had to put down their rouses
to back up the guns.
To back up the
G U N S
They had to put down the roses to pick up the guns.
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