these changes cannot be undone When you feel the anger inside of you Hold your head high - let your aim be true Though your heart beats like a drum My native
forget the pain Stars and moon us bless O my native land, stand proud, facing the future You were never broken down, banished into the night O my native
: I see no stability in history Since we're finding lies upon lies upon lies Yet you base your life on inconsistencies None of which have any backings
: Crammed in a space Less than six feet by two feet Like veal ready for slaughter He lies there Unable to move The walls binding him in his place Are
: The Aleutian lies decaying and decrepeit at the bottom of the Bering Strait. The force of the waves was too much for its walls, but the captain
: I rationalize my shaking feet and legs as a constant rhythm flowing through my body, but that doesn't explain my tight neck or oily pores on my back
: Morning breaks after a long, hot summer night, spoiling the sacred peace. The sun filters through the windows like swords ripping through his
: I try to organize What's going on in my head But after awhile it seems like I'm Back where I started again We got stuck in this web And we made it
: The hallways at the prep The house of mirrors We laugh at them because Well I don't know why Hahaha Chime the giddy freshman As I come in only to take
: My back is bleeding From what they don't know Except that something in my intestines exploded I spent five days in the hospital With tubes up my ass
: I wish I had some thread so I could just sew up your nose Eternal sleep at least you folded up your clothes And then you went and snorted your way
On your fat gut Give the man a Cocktail Yeah give him some lunch And a banana lounge to plant his arse We?re all so different Though we seem the same Through the native
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Well, it's four o'clock in the mornin' An' I'm knockin' on her door She said she's tired of me Don't want me here no more She said, "Stop your pissin
In a smoky room Could have been a devil's tomb Ninety miles east of L.A. Feeling desperate and cold Barely nineteen years old Searching for the light
Well I'm sitting here this evening I've got some old friends on my mind, yeah I do Yeah, me and Slick and Davy saluting Mr. Daniels For the very first
Stand and rise and before your eyes The lions will appear And when they do they'll be filling you With all the lies you will need to hear Mr. politician
A verdict heard by the jury's word, they're lying I watch as the victims of the slave ships battle with the demons inside But no wrong ever righted or