I find darkness within your arms
No rest within the depths of your eyes
Long lasting agony withing my temples
As if an everlasting cloudy unwanted day
Wrong way into the precious
Let the system knock us down
we are the storm within the clouds
Until the wind bends your last straw
Raise no weary hands to rage
Not the place to lay thy worry down
Whatever easter you believed in
Is hidden wrapped in days of violence
We are the children of a new denial
And we are angry
So good day before we're sent off to die
For a corporation
We die on in droves for your posterity
Storm the gate to be met not by sword
But machine gun blasts and electric eyes
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