It seems absurd what we do to get a word in
what we do to be listened to
because it’s our world too.
It hits a nerve when the terrorists murder us
They don’t look like me
but they are like me
Cause they hurt and they die like me
if Israel were to launch a missile strike at me
I miss them because I hope someone will miss me.
Too bad the missiles didn’t
I’m not the new kind of disease
I have never been the kind to appease
I have more than half a mind
for vigilante justice
an eye for an eye would learn a whole bunch of motherfuckers.
But it’s just us
We don’t have the power to change
We have the power to maintain
If we quit the whole economy
Goes down the drain.
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