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This - the blood of our conscience
the blood of our cowardice
the legacy of their politic - all life degraded

the legacy of their repression has such a wide grave

a confused civil obedience
wanders the streets
the official voice reflected everywhere
sour with hypocrisy

may the blood that dies for your voice everyday
rise up and pursue you

the defensives guards police
their order which cripples hope
cuts the heart and word
face of mankind and earth

their order is a well - planned disorder
increasing in the hands of power
sweat for the death of empathy
the death of blood's insubordination

and those with a blood that keeps singing;
cold cement hunger death
prisons, detentions are for them

complacency always strides
hand in hand with death
they force it full of alcohol
distrust and hate

a confused civil obedience
roams the streets
the hounds of order
silence and long siren wails

and those with a blood that keeps singing
cold cement hunger death

may the blood that dies
for your voice everyday rise up and pursue you
to your grave.

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