Soundcheck (Break the Silence)

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Muffled bombs on the horizon
As smoke fills up the skies
And all the bodies pile up
As all the pilots fly by 'em
Limbs left in the wreckage
Little kids sit wrecked and deafened
Missing children wished to heaven
Siblings lives lost with the message
Translations fuzzy
Transmissions got lost
Bet they probably didn't even really matter though
Bet ya the lines just got crossed - yo
This is just a soundcheck
A scream for every town wrecked
For every mother and her unborn
Killed within her gown, slept
How many babies 
Does one bomb abort
How many lives left up in the rubble
For each cord cut short
We hidin' in the bubble
Takin' fake reports
While our leaders, they cut the funding
Then hideaway in resorts
Executive disorder
Keep your eyes upon the borders
Take a nation and distract it
Then start the war with secret orders
Attract the dumbest supporters
Subtract their pension, leave 'em quarters
Blame someone else for the all tension
Leave 'em all exchangin' mortars
Science isn't fact, and never trust the reporters
A picture isn't proof, tighten down on those orders
Video ain't conclusive, it's an alternate view
The House is gettin' shaky, floor is fallin' through

Cuz we're gettin' sold to the China shop
While the bullshit's on parade
The wall ain't fuckin' fallin
It's a curtain for his charade
Fake peace on the pipeline
While wannabe's swap debates
Revealin' our truest nature
The New United Hates
So, make us great again
To say that we were great to begin
With hoods as white and wrinkled
As their own dead skin
Set to see the cities burn
Lit, bright into the night
As we teach the kids to turn... shit
Right to the fight

See, the pipelines and the white lines
Yeah, they're drawn out in the sand
Throwin' back that canister of gas
Grasped up in the palm of your hand
Indigenous bloodline
Pawns of the land
No fuckin' witnesses, that front line
It was gone before it began
Burnt like crosses in the lawns
In the early dawns of the autumn
When leaves are dead like souls
Tree's keep the secrets that we taught 'em
The nooses are loosened
And we all know why they bought 'em
Cuz history hangs the heroes
Every single time it's caught 'em
They say they're raising the bar
But they wanna drop the blade
This is not an alt-war
It's a fuckin' chauvinist charade
It's time to rush to the top
As the top rush to get paid
They got our nuts on the block
So go nuts on the blockade
They regulate your health
After speculatin' your wealth
Reppin' true heavy metal
These fuckers steppin' in stealth
Soon we'll be watchin' for landmines
No calls out but the landlines
Tightenin' down on the knot
And got the whole world's hands tied
They'll do their best to diminish you
While they put you to the test
They'll never stop until they've finished you
Silenced just like the rest
So just wait til you get a limit too
Ration what you ingest
Spendin' every day hidden under cover
Placin' your faith up in a vest
They're stormin' the doors
Slammin' the people to the floors
Doesn't matter 'til it happens to you
Now the knockin's at yours
Shotguns cockin', bodies droppin
See a sea of feet, then you see no more
Innocent eyes, they close forever
Then it's on to next door
Separate the children
Stand 'em in a line
Send 'em all to detention centers
Like living is a crime
Pilin' angels in the cages
As the devil's set to dine  
Welcome to Hell on earth
Born from the sins of the divine

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