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I’ve been noticing
That I’ve been losing myself
Living in this exile for so long
I am assimilating
I‘ve been so willing
To let go of traditions
If my ancestors could see me now
They would be weeping
Conforming
To their patterns
Transforming
Shifting matter
I’m a stranger in a strange land
But I’m becoming just like them
They brought me to their sacred temples
They taught me their unholy rituals
They placed their hands on their hearts and my knees they trembled
Stranger
Give your allegiance to me
Foreigner
Bow down at my feet
Blasphemy (Nationally)
Even my thoughts are in their language now
When I dream I hear their speech somehow
Never use my native tongue any more
And I’m forgetting how
I've seen my people as they stood there hungry
And I wonder if this land was meant for you and me
May we forever stand
True to our God And our native land
In the face of their rising chorus
Stranger
Give your allegiance to me
Foreigner
Bow down at my feet
I will not bow down
I will not bow
Though my feet to the fire
I will not bow
Though thrown to the lions
Can’t erase histories written in our genes
Can’t silence words of grandmothers still echoing
Persistent
Perseverance prevails
Passed persecution, passed pride, passed pains, passed presidents
Can’t cut the roots of a family tree
Dig deeper all you’ll find is ancestry
Can’t steal our history
Stranger
Give your allegiance to me
Foreigner
Bow down at my feet
I’ve been noticing
That I’ve been losing myself
But a brief history reminds me where to find my identity
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American Justice
04:15
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The sword strikes tactical, minimize messy collateral
Amputate what’s fair, splitting each hair
Symmetrical as a tombstone
With an eye on each side
And a blood red tide
Pile bones in the scale til parallel
Balance death and vengeance
American justice is measured in megatons
Pull the blindfold tight don’t let an image sneak in
Won’t be distracted by the faces in the dirt
It’s only fair that I hold onto what’s mine and I won’t touch what’s yours
Easy to say when I can’t see that you have nothing
American justice is measured on a pay scale
We sold the poor for silver now how do we measure
The gold standard against the golden rule
I’m proud to be an American where at least I know I’m free
It’s obvious when compared to the imprisoned refugee
This land was made for you and me
Then cut off from the rest of humanity
But Justice doesn’t live in a land of mandated orphans
To remove my blindfold
Have to set down this sword and scale
But I clinch them tight
Cause that’s where my comfort lies
Walk past their beds on the streets
But Keep the focus on me
And I find a way to balance my wants against their needs
Justice doesn’t live in a heart that doesn’t love the broken
But I hear the call to true justice:
“Defend the weak and the fatherless
Uphold the case of the poor and oppressed
Deliver them from the hand of the wicked”
This is not justice
This is just selfish
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Bombastic bombardment of their bastion
Sarcastic senseless satisfaction
This Holy war is a blood lust whore
Where each strike is a detraction
From the long lost, long shot call to action
That at its core was never really more
Than deliberate defensive distraction
This is my crusade
My self righteous calling
With each swing of the blade
It’s my message that’s falling
Land of the free
Home of the brave
Brave enough to defend my opinion
By sending you to the grave
Our battles not against flesh and blood
But no one alerted the infantry
The general calls for peace
But we claim violent victory
We claim God's will
And condemn his children
Can’t carry an olive branch
In an AK-47
This is my crusade
My self righteous calling
With each swing of the blade
It’s my message that’s falling
Land of the free
Home of the brave
Brave enough to defend my opinion
By sending you to the grave
A slip slip of the tongue
Like a slit slit of the throat
If your finger is on the trigger
Can you be above reproach?
We forgot to turn the other cheek
And took on vengeance as our own
The first casualty was their ears
And the second was our cause
My words are lost into the static screaming
The constant white noise of hate
The only way left to cut through
Is to love like it’s something new
Love like it’s something new
Land of the free
Home of the brave
Brave enough to defend my opinion
By sending you to the grave
Lost sight of the war
When we chose the battle
Separated from the Church
When we armed the chapel
This is a vain crusade
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Theocracy
04:14
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We stand high on the mountain
And present our sacrifice
Our heads are hanging low
But we all knew the price
Our sons bound and marred
They’ll soon feed the beast
Our daughters starved and scarred
Will be the monsters brides
We’re willing slaves to the slaughter
If it will appease the provider
Of blood and skin we seek
The monster steals from the weak
So we offer up our kin
To seek that pleasure again
That vile cycle that we’re all struck in
There’s a monster we all feed
Bound to consume this whole country
I invite it to come home with me
Then i cry when my children bleed
My country ‘tis of thee
Sweet lust and savagery
Redefine my reality
With every dollar we worship thee
Don’t we see the trail of bones
Leading back to our own homes
The ones that we’ve neglected
Deserved to be protected
The waters boil as we watch the creature rise
It’s jaws open to consume our sacrifice
I feel my own teeth separate in hunger
And my dark shame is finally realized
I am the son of the beast
I’m the son of the beast
But I don't want that to be me
I smell its rotting stench like never before
The scent of death in the air is sour
How have I praised this twisted fiend
When my children’s blood drips from its teeth
My country ‘tis of thee
Sweet lust and savagery
Redefine my reality
With every dollar I worship thee
There’s a monster we all feed
Bound to consume this whole country
I invite it to come home with me
Then I cry when my children bleed
If we want to be set free
We have to learn to starve the beast
But The hardest part is that I know
I know I have to start with me
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Burn the wild flower in the early hour
Show our power make them flee make them cower
Clear the way for our fields tear them from their roots
They’ll know our trees by our fruits
Torch their homes to build our own
And where the soil is soaked in blood
We plow the dirt until our hate is sown
Set on Stolen lands
Tilled with enslaved hands
This farm grows strange fruit
Still reaping a bitter harvest
Caught in a loop
Red lines clandestine keep them with their own kind
We birthed a nation from their toil
Then buried their feet in the same soil
Built an empire upon black bones
And when their spines start to crack
Complain of the shifting floor beneath our thrones
Set on Stolen lands
Tilled with enslaved hands
This farm grows strange fruit
Still reaping a bitter harvest
Caught in a loop
This is not a single tree, this is not a wild forest this is an orchard with seeds planted all in a row
It was watered and fertilized with Hate and malice coaxing them to grow
Set on Stolen lands
Tilled with enslaved hands
This farm grows strange fruit
Still reaping a bitter harvest
Caught in a loop
This bitter harvest is death
This bitter harvest is sorrow
Plant hate today
And we starve tomorrow
We sow, we reap
We rinse, repeat
We sow we reap
We rinse, repeat
What will we plant this season?
What will we plant?
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6. |
Exile (Instrumental)
04:30
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Theocracy (Instrumental)
04:14
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