Momma Swift - Borders | Текст песни

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We hold our hands out in submission
When we need to clench them into fists
Our pockets hold the lives that we've fought and nearly died for
But you'll take it away in a finger's click
Fire burns fire burns as it catches your heels
But will you learn?
You'll never learn when you shoot to kill

Where are our rights within these borders?
These days and nights left in the sun to rot
Where are our rights within your centres
Of detention where the cold strikes the bones of the forgotten

We're not a fucking statistic we're not a badge on your chest
We're not a piece of information
We're a losing battle of blood and flesh
Stab our bodies with the knives of the law in your hands
Stab the children of the countries that were raped for their lands
Remove their eyes so they can't stab you back

I'm white so i don't know what it's like to be assumed to be a terrorist because of my faith
And I'm British, less likely to be a victim of deportation when i'm trying to stay safe
But it enrages me to the core of my body
When the ocean takes the boats before they've reached dry land
Where the fuck are the lines that divide us?
It's the system itself that provides us with a reason to flee from a war torn country
Not just people on a benefit hunt
This system need destroying, take it down from the top
The greedy, fucking capitalist cunts

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