Goldishack Guerrillas - Open Letter | Текст песни

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mom: lets talk
my uncle: lets talk
Rush, O'Reilly, Hannity: lets talk
everyone: lets talk

the guns, the bombs. they invade your homes
like the sounds coming thru on the radio
imagine its your time, that you have to go
and you little neighborhood declared a free fire zone

u ain't safe no, despite the promises
u can build a bigger wall around your premises
but if you don't wake up, this premise is
you'll be lookin just like them, the problem is

your god, that says, thou shalt not kill
yet you do it all the time yes you will you will
cause the tv keeps on feeding you your nightly pills
and .. u don't really care no you don't feel don't feel

you keep voting into power, these men of greed
the same ones owning every part of your tv
the ones who want way more than what they need
the ones who leaves half the world without enough to eat

so they tell you, to point, the fingers too
cause enemies of freedom is their money tool
but do onto others and they you'd want them to
do onto you, another godly rule
or we gonna break that too? is god that cruel?
it seems its just too much, to talk to you, to you..

the guns, the bombs, this world of yours
i was a perfect little human, your youngest boy
something like a family makes a world of joy
inch by inch the children learnin building to destroy

it took me .. 8 years, to see the scheme
and what i always thought was only my naivete
was shared by everyone, perfection it seemed
something only realized thru a childs dream

MOM if you don't know, well hell who does?
answer is no one, well hell it was
and it still is, and only getting worse
and u wanna bring religion in to heal this curse??

the guns, the bombs, go on and on
by the same god you taught me about when i was young
and the same ones used on us in lebanon
paid with your tax money, spent on arms

i can't think of anyone .. with hatred worse
these same people bloody up .. the history books
the ones so quick to point the finger, at you first
and they stick it to your family, til it hurts

they're racist, sexist, and hold their rule
thru generations keepin people dumb as fools
cause power and religion and democracy
dont give a fuck about you or humanity

they'll leave you out to dry cause freedom rules
u got the freedom to die, and that's what we do
but u also got the freedom, to think for yourself
and to love your fellow man, despite this hell

i can't teach you, write from wrong
and i'm sick of talking so i wrote this song
but if you're not, the best of moms
we can kiss the world goodbye until its gone its gone its gone

mom.. don't let it be..

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