Your heart, your home, your voice, it's got a price tag
Sign in blood, bury your rights in a body bag
They're feeding fear through the fault lines
You heard it here first, they got your freedoms on the front line
Prime time, the noose at our throats
Our liberties hands run with blood of the scapegoats
So tell me, how can we demonize
When we can't see life through another's eyes
Pay 'em off and play 'em off
Fear rolls like a reaper through the streets of the lost
Pay 'em off and play 'em off
But in the eyes of the storm
The truth drops like a bomb
The truth drops like a bomb
The battle is on
Hands in chains for a fist full of dollars
Who do we blame for the holes in our knowledge
The past you know has been written by the victor
So I ask you now, who is it writing your future
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