When words mean nothing anymore
What can a people do
The Reapers knocking at your door
Every lie is true
Power is not all it’s made out to be
And people got the power
Just a story sold to make us feel free
Another lie told every second of each hour
Who are we
If not your people
Who are we
People of the land
What are we
Without a future
A million pieces of sand
We have our flags to celebrate
Don’t wave to us as we drown
You fill your bags from from every place
Make us hate a thorny crown
I am just a child
I did not understand
I see and I do not believe
All this that you conceive
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