Burn
Down all the banners that still fly to honor the sins of not-so-distant times
Flames will arise, when voices fall short
A sign of frustration; a final resort
They’re on the run, there’s fear in their eyes
But have we confronted the beast in our minds?
It still resides; it hides in the shadows and bids us to follow
It kills with its eyes
It rears its head in subtle ways
Stepping on their necks and telling them to obey
There will always be an Other
But what will you say to his mothеr?
You speak of a distant reality as if it’s what’s for dinner
Your rеality is his fantasy
Will he make it home for dinner?
Will he make it home
Who are we to decide
That the disease has surely died
Cherry picking pretty numbers and stats
So you can drown out all their cries
Their cries!
Open your heart
Bring down the relics that serve to remind them (to)
Stay in their place
This attachment to material; (is) such a disgrace
You may be an advocate
But will you cross the red line
Or will you deem it dangerous
To sacrifice your comfy life
And if you see the bigotry
Would you speak up for what’s right
‘Cause if the wound’s not addressed
Then it will never cease to...
Burn
Down all the banners that still fly to honor the sins of not-so-distant times
Flames will arise, when voices fall short
A sign of frustration; a final resort
They’re on the run, there’s fear in their eyes
But have we confronted the beast in our minds?
It still resides; it hides in the shadows and bids us to follow
It kills with its eyes
Will we ever see the beast in its entirety?
Will we empathize or live with our dystrophy?
Will we recognize when our lungs can’t breathe?
We could be the tailors of a nation
This tattered fabric torn in two
Sewing love into a generation
A love so colorful and new
Colorful and new
So colorful and new
All the stories half-told
To save our pride
Wings of our nation burnt
She’s not our bride
Take a look inside
Where do all our loyalties lie
Open heart and mind
For the ones that were cast aside
Down all the banners that still fly to honor the sins of not-so-distant times
Flames will arise, when voices fall short
A sign of frustration; a final resort
They’re on the run, there’s fear in their eyes
But have we confronted the beast in our minds?
It still resides; it hides in the shadows and bids us to follow
It kills with its eyes
It rears its head in subtle ways
Stepping on their necks and telling them to obey
There will always be an Other
But what will you say to his mothеr?
You speak of a distant reality as if it’s what’s for dinner
Your rеality is his fantasy
Will he make it home for dinner?
Will he make it home
Who are we to decide
That the disease has surely died
Cherry picking pretty numbers and stats
So you can drown out all their cries
Their cries!
Open your heart
Bring down the relics that serve to remind them (to)
Stay in their place
This attachment to material; (is) such a disgrace
You may be an advocate
But will you cross the red line
Or will you deem it dangerous
To sacrifice your comfy life
And if you see the bigotry
Would you speak up for what’s right
‘Cause if the wound’s not addressed
Then it will never cease to...
Burn
Down all the banners that still fly to honor the sins of not-so-distant times
Flames will arise, when voices fall short
A sign of frustration; a final resort
They’re on the run, there’s fear in their eyes
But have we confronted the beast in our minds?
It still resides; it hides in the shadows and bids us to follow
It kills with its eyes
Will we ever see the beast in its entirety?
Will we empathize or live with our dystrophy?
Will we recognize when our lungs can’t breathe?
We could be the tailors of a nation
This tattered fabric torn in two
Sewing love into a generation
A love so colorful and new
Colorful and new
So colorful and new
All the stories half-told
To save our pride
Wings of our nation burnt
She’s not our bride
Take a look inside
Where do all our loyalties lie
Open heart and mind
For the ones that were cast aside
( Lucid Awakening )
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