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We torture, discriminate and hate.
Use, abuse and dictate.
Your ignorance is the bliss on which it's fed.
With a plan so structured we'll all end up dead.

The blood is on your hands.
THE BLOOD IS ON YOUR HANDS!

Depression exists outside the public eye.
Behind closed doors innocent people cry.
The word of the minority keeps a nation in fear
and the crushing jackboots to an orphan's tear.

The blood is on your hands.
THE BLOOD IS ON YOUR HANDS!

We torture, discriminate and hate.
Use, abuse and dictate.
Your ignorance is the bliss on which it's fed.
With a plan so structured we'll all end up dead.

The people in chains we choose to ignore.
The horrors we condone in the name of war.
Tortured faces, hands grasping the air.
While we stay silent but for the few who care

The blood is on your hands
THE BLOOD IS ON YOUR HANDS!

A people guilty of the crime of thought.
Creating martyrs for the ones who fought.
Your ignorance is the bliss on which it's fed.
With a plan so structure we'll all end up dead.

The blood is on your hands.
THE BLOOD IS ON YOUR HANDS!

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