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the fields are deserted, metal shines in the sun.
there are heavy hearts walking home, the threat stays undone.
and we cant sleep in beds, no, we sleep next to guns.
some call it regressive but its what we've become.
we're living in the shadow of a day four years past
it's the tyranny of agression; we are moving in fast.
and the streets still stay hot, boy, and church bells still ring
and little girls in school yards tell boys silly things
while the cloaked men are crawling across bullet shells
they've come in and taken and that's how we fell.
our history proceeds us and stays out of reach
we grasp at the answers but still find defeat
so we sit and we wait for solutions to come
yeah we may look like heros but we're not fooling anyone.
there are heavy hearts walking home, the threat stays undone.
and we cant sleep in beds, no, we sleep next to guns.
some call it regressive but its what we've become.
we're living in the shadow of a day four years past
it's the tyranny of agression; we are moving in fast.
and the streets still stay hot, boy, and church bells still ring
and little girls in school yards tell boys silly things
while the cloaked men are crawling across bullet shells
they've come in and taken and that's how we fell.
our history proceeds us and stays out of reach
we grasp at the answers but still find defeat
so we sit and we wait for solutions to come
yeah we may look like heros but we're not fooling anyone.