Cast aside the wool of sheep
Break through the membrane of ignorance shell, spill virginal blood as innocence quells
Cast aside blind eyes of the meek
Pain is the price for the privilege of living, so step in the boneyard and let us start digging
Lining eye sockets with dust
Smother our own self-trust
Trust in the failures of all our repeated mistakes
Trust the hand that feeds is always one that takes
Our apathy will rot the core, as black veins pulse from shore to shore
And we'll bury ourselves under a national grave
Cast away dead weight zeitgeist
Spit back what they taught you and step out of place, shed light on conditioned injustice's trace
Rise, now rise, to the sacrifice
Pain is the price for the privilege of living, so step in the boneyard and let us start digging
Lining eye sockets with dust
Smother our own self-trust
Trust in the failures of all our repeated mistakes
Trust the hand that feeds is always one that takes
Our apathy will rot the core, as black veins pulse from shore to shore
And we'll bury ourselves under a national grave
Lining eye sockets with dust
Wake from our slumber a must
Or we'll bury ourselves, under a national grave
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