Red Flames
Agora
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What do I say when in the end my every effort is a waste Just keeps it burning and reverting the state to what we were when every worker's a slave No persons are paid, just tortured and slain by right wingers It's not morbid or vain to force disorder on the order on the order they claim I fight evil channeling all the pain from my great nation that's alive Patriotism at a high Gunfire fear of dying Blood and tears upon our eyes But it don't obscure what all is mine Living wage and silent nights Free to bang who all I like We're only running out of time to light those bigots on fire I don't pay a mind to the gunsmoke Long as in time I can thrive in a land without divine laws There alongside high punishment for small qualms If there is a god bet he's watching in quiet awe As their people make gay jail, poor jail, pagan jail, Synagogue, mosque jail, and for all the other colors of the world not white or in white cloth My god more enlightened to lives lost penned as bygones by the victors of a quiet war Little white lies ripple and define laws No real fears Living with insight from a bunch of bigots who hate kids not in our walls Not sensible to keep the ember forming But it's better not to get the bigots sworn in Say the liberals just need a trigger warning But conservatives here need a - warning My great nation is alive Patriotism at a high Gunfire fear of dying Blood and tears upon our eyes But it don't obscure what all is mine Living wage and silent nights Free to bang who all I like We're only running out of time to light those bigots on fire Hop out the mu'fuckin' Bentley Pockets are full spirit empty Don't bother to watch on the enemy I bet they'll give in and beg for forgiveness I bet they'll flip on their morals see sense in we Money, power, inherited legacy We're entitled; Deserve everything Got a right to deride and indulge in greed Man down Choppa hit his liver in the midst of a prowl Semi automatic in a hospital gown Red and blue blood in the mud and the flowers Metal rain for hours, many men down F*ck the mothers crying for their child in the ground They gon' buy a rifle to heighten my output Stocks boom high and I smile, money proud Ain't no time to be doubting this shit War is a big business and I'm counting a big billion No one scouting on me with my ten figures In the mountainside nicht village in sight but some sounds are quite near I'm ducking, the windows tinted Ain't no suffering the metal pellets or an ounce of a fear I'm hearing their footsteps, rattling bookbags Then my front door slams What do I say when in the end my every effort is a waste Just keeps it burning and reverting the state to what we were when every worker's a slave No persons are paid, just tortured and slain by right wingers It's not morbid or vain to force disorder on the order on the order they claim I fight evil channeling all the pain from my great nation that's alive Patriotism at a high Gunfire fear of dying Blood and tears upon our eyes But it don't obscure what all is mine Living wage and silent nights Free to bang who all I like We're only running out of time to light those bigots on fire
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