Lyrics
digging up graves,
minds enslaved,
who's to blame,
you let them inside.
this is a portrait, america.
this is the seed we've sown.
this is a landscape, america.
now those seeds have grown.
this is the fruit you eat.
how it's a raw meat.
dripping cold blood.
doesn't it taste good?
they have come for you,
at your dinner table.
armed LCD and controls with levers,
can't you see enabled?
gurgling from the mouth,
blazing fire in eyes.
heavy like pale pyramids,
crushed by the blue sky.
what can we say?
happens every day?
forgotten, rearranged,
to suit ill ways.
have you forgotten, america?
about the seeds you've sown.
turn away, america.
now these seeds have grown.
blinding our eyes,
it's no surprise.
i feel we've missed.
i felt the knife twist.
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