A thousand bloody hand prints stain the walls of liberty,
A stranger hides in dreams denied, awaiting his release.
I've seen this picture before.
I never though that we would end up here,
When fascism comes as an angel of light
Its license parading as tyranny drives forth its son.
The son of morning dominating fears, afflicting fallen men.
His body highly organized; its coming into prominence
To bear its ominous warnin
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It's your time
It's your day
It's never too late
To change lanes
How's your life?
How's your place?
Was it where you wanted
Your head to lay?

But wait, you can breathe
You can see 
gs.
Its in your blood to comprehend its origin,
For those who refuse to remember the past are condemned to
Repeat it,
The first and the last, dust to dust...
History is his story
And life is laughing at its peril.
Building towers that come forth in men,
Shifting powers consuming us within,
They will puzzle the apostles till the end.
Enter into the silence, into the dying life of America,
The brave, the slave, the grave.
The shattered pigs dying as pr
The Ballad Of Purvis Greene lyrics

Way up on the mountain about a mile from here,
There's some vegetation growing that The People fear,
Cause it makes you laugh,
The laws forbid such fun as that.
It makes you laugh,
The laws forbi
imitive savages,
Eating their flesh, they lie rotting in dirt,
While a stranger among you has challenged the course
Of inhuman existence and alien forces.
The birth of the black prince is setting the stage
In its thriving dissension, exalting his rank,
And the innocent man will fall victim to hands
In the trial of the truth
And its twisted reversal.
The union of factions bleeds shock to the system,
For civilization has ended today.
The transitional n
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Everything I see is coloured greythat?s no recognition in dismayevery system has its second sightindefinable the ruling might?Talking black and whiteto lay down what is wrong and righttell the l
ature of acts and society climbs in its place
While its face re-creates and until your god is dead.
Enlighten me with your pale statues, face of inhibition,
And until your reign has ended, frighten me with your
Stale-taste-tongue of inquisition.
In your eyes I will come forth in men lines with no justice,
No order to defend, and the stone will be cast again...
Enter into the fire, into the bloody gates of America,
The great, the fate, the late.