Clear
Clear
Clear
Clear
It is not clear
at least not here
Seven days
through the haze
go off straight
through the late
night of death
last wet breath
Clear mind and soul
not under control
of anyone
or any power
You use your power to deceive
What you say, we do not believe
You are full of lies
I can see it with my eyes
And so can the rest of the world
We are the ones who will decide
not power hungry hippocrites
who think death creates life
or war equals peace
It makes no sense
Creeping through the death and lies
Is the best thing, to open our eyes
to see the lies, the children's cries
If you can't see it, unplug your TV
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