Who are we really?
The identity lost in our youth
Frabricated with lies that taint the truth
Beacause of soacial acceptace
The label on my jean, the eyeware of its beauty to see.
You open a door for me; you call me sir
Beacause of the hugo boss suit I ware
And chase your naked brother out in the cold street
Turn away when eyes meet,
He just a hungry fella yearning for that meat
You toss it in the bin for your belly is full
And never save it for him when you meet in the street.
Over and over this is a repeat
A cruel song played to deaf ear silent to his cry.
A vile world, this Earth has become
I can't go to the hosipatal because I'm not insured
You don't want to give the vacine to be cured
You rather watch me suffer to lend a hand
And we you do lend, you charge me intrest I can't afford.
Who are we really?
When we make a profit on death
Who are we really?
When we rape our children
Who are we really?
When we call our ancentors demons?
Who are we really?
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