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Hands are bound
To the blind pride
Of an ignorant people
Bleeding wrists tied above
A painful reminder
Of how similar we all are
Die for our cause
We'll get another
Fill his head with lies
Send him off to die the same
Another will take his place
Lost and gone forever
We'll remember you
In a small ceremony
Your life made of tiny fabric strands
Only comes in red, white, or blue
Folded up until nothing is left
Like a game of cards
The rich will gamble
But instead they use human lives
Winning hand after hand
Until there is nothing left
Except a world afraid of it's shadow
To the blind pride
Of an ignorant people
Bleeding wrists tied above
A painful reminder
Of how similar we all are
Die for our cause
We'll get another
Fill his head with lies
Send him off to die the same
Another will take his place
Lost and gone forever
We'll remember you
In a small ceremony
Your life made of tiny fabric strands
Only comes in red, white, or blue
Folded up until nothing is left
Like a game of cards
The rich will gamble
But instead they use human lives
Winning hand after hand
Until there is nothing left
Except a world afraid of it's shadow