Concussed


Why must we live in a society
where people think death is an ideal for free
I don't get it when we know what is right
you see democracy, I see grieving and strife

This is not a pathway to prosperity
where people think death is an ideal for free
I don't get it when you waste money in order to fight
you see Lady Liberty, I see a cheating wife

Now how much education could you buy for the price of a bomb
multiply that by millions and we could be strong
so step outside of yourself
take a look around
mother Earth is pissed off
the innocent are being drowned
in repercussions upon repercussions
bomb percussions leads to lifelong concussions

It will never end until we collectively decide it should end
a line must be drawn in order to mend

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