1. |
With Child
06:00
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all of her children born
none of their lives were long
the world is burning
and she is with child
the world is with child
and she is burning
she is burning
and she is with child
she is burning
and she is with child
hasn’t she bore enough?
what is the world made of?
what have we all become?
hasn’t she bore enough?
fuck off and die
or shut up and listen!
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2. |
Jakelin Caal
06:59
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hold up a mirror
to see who you are
look out the rear view,
thats you!
look in a mirror
and see who you are
look out the rear view,
thats you!
first they take your mother
then they take your father
then they take your will to survive
then they take your life
children,separated
families, devastated
children, confiscated
histories, confiscated
it’s yours, why share?
it’s yours.... right?
it’s yours, why share?
thats your right….
there will come a day
where you don’t have guns anymore.
there will come a day
sit alone in a crowded room
….
mylar on the floor
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3. |
Poison Well
06:29
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change will come, they say, when you decide
just pick a side before we all get killed
another drop inside the poison well
change will come, they say, when you decide
just pick a side before we all get killed
another drop inside the poison well,
hell
he who holds the key
holds you and me
lift your friends
thank the dead
arm the weak
block the street
change will come
carry on
one for all
watch them fall
one for all
watch them fall
change will come
carry on
raise your voice
make a choice
raise your voice
make a choice
change will come
carry on
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4. |
Original People
04:01
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for you, I wish I could be god.
I would remold as what you had thought
frolic naked as original people.
press my lips on your forehead
by a river as the sun.
moonlight watching through the bare trees.
I would be your death, and know you as mine, forever,
eventually
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5. |
Bloodline
07:47
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I’m so sorry
is this uncomfortable for you?
If I don’t smile and shave my head
with this be palatable for you?
Is the way i am
causing you distress?
Have you noticed the claws
coming out from my dress?
It doesn’t look like something
you know, and thats okay.
It’s not you that has to
live it every day.
Is this safe to talk about here;
Will I be screamed at on the street for being queer?
What a lonely life it must be,
to live in fear so comfortably.
I could have had a history,
the illness took that all from me.
I always had a missing part
I always had a missing part
I let them take that from my heart
Try as you may, you will never erase
me,
or your mistakes
This bloodline dies with me.
I wish I could unpromise you
and will my heart to be untrue
but when I’ve felt the climb uphill
I see my heart is waiting still
A heavy thought to carry well
I see that tree beyond the dell
where time was flat and blood was spilled.
I sheathed my heart up to the hilt
I didn’t know I promised, there,
to never let it feel the air.
Until I leave that all behind
I’ll never have peace of mind.
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6. |
Heaven Is Here
07:17
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we stand at the door
of all that we died for
heaven is here
why do we feel fear
must be a mistake
glory past those bloody gates
must be a mistake
a new life, ablaze
an evil deed unpunished
we don’t belong here
we are complacent in the torture of others
with whom we share flesh and water
and who’s unyielding spirit
guarantees solace in the next life
we are promised forgiveness
we are consecrated for inhumanity
and those who died by our negligence
for those who suffer at the hands of our fear
our afterlife shall not be a punishment
but a sacrifice
service to whom we have slaughtered.
and reparation to their ancestors
to who have defied the odds
and survived
all you’ve done
evil deeds unpunished
in the end
we don’t belong here
we are complacent
in the torture of others
with whom we share 
blood, flesh, and water
our victim,
their unyielding spirit, earns heaven
we are promised forgiveness
the lesson we learned:
there’s no me
there’s no you
we are one
we are one
my skin is your skin
my heart is your heart
my life is your life
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