The busy bees all scrambling for truth
Power stripped away from even the youth
The SWAT team’s waging a war on the people
The minister flies from the top of the steeple

The government bails out God himself
Who has no excuse for this tragic wealth
Maybe we’d be fine if we could just hit pause
Another man dies for another cause
Another cause dies all on its own
In fields of grey, where no buffalo roam
Oh, the Earth is shakin’ from years of abuse
And if you deny this, son, you got no use
This ain’t about me or you or Timbuktu
Nor distant lands, desert sands,
Where the people speak a language that you don’t understand

Oh, the world is on fire, you have no idea
They even callin’ for change in North Korea
These are turbulent times, a battle of minds
Sir, if you are not lying please look me in the eyes
This is a fight for the now, a crisis of identity
Everyone wants to know, “How do you define Humanity?”

No, no, no I don’t have a gun sir

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The president comes out to crowds booing
Because, honestly, what the fuck are we doing?
Our leaders drop bombs like they suck their thumbs
And to a vicious cycle of hate our world succumbs
This is the War on Drugs, this is 9/11
This is your burning rage, too many souls in Heaven
We are clenching our fist, biting fate’s bottom lip
And all the stars in the sky, well, they don’t mean shit
Do you believe in gay rights?
Do you call yourself a Christian?
Do you have any idea what you might be missing?
On the other side, against the tide
Waves like this leave men terrified
They stop and frisk, the Feds are listenin’ in
I got a feeling they ‘bout ready for an uprisin’
They control and manipulate, their throne is the TV
Is this what they’ve come to call Democracy?

They don’t care ‘til you’re pushing up daisies
Gimme drugs to lose the crazies
Hold right there
Hold right still
In the mosh pit, in the fire
They love you but they a liar
They killed the kid and they’ll kill you too
So sing the song of the burning you

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The government bails out God himself
Who has no excuse for this tragic wealth
Maybe we’d be fine if we could just hit pause
Another man dies for another cause
Another cause dies all on its own
In fields of grey, where no buffalo roam
Oh, the Earth is shakin’ from years of abuse
And if you deny this, son, you got no use
This ain’t about me or you or Timbuktu
Nor distant lands, desert sands,
Where the people speak a language that you don’t understand

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