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Yeah I guess we look the same,
Dark eyes dilated, open eyes across your pain
Avert your head from the sky, keep your face in the plains,
Underneath your gaslights hails unbearable rain,
Abolish your prophet, chronic heat dries the forest,
You’re lined up and admonished; stripped of ego and punished,
Said that’s the life of a pawn, living scorn and forlorn
Unifying youth glimmers heartfelt uproar,
Thousands of eyes watch as the desert lights up with neon,
Burning at the roots of your family trees
Red lights, red trees, red icons, red leaves,
The blue blooded blame you for the colour you bleed
And yeah when Urumqi is taken how much more will they need?
I felt them pulling me to hatred while they burned at the seeds,
Of family trees, the famine taints the air you can’t breathe,
And the smoke in your surroundings covers up their misdeeds,
And if the Sioux and Crow conclude their foe was the language they spoke,
Then should 1 million beaten children cut their tongues from their throat?
And yeah the oil beneath their feet reeks of defeat, you can see,
A desert of weathered families tortured within the regime, they’re silent
Thousands of eyes watch as the desert lights up with neon,
Burning at the roots of your family trees
Red lights, red trees, red icons, red leaves,
The blue blooded blame you for the colour you bleed
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