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So steadfast in reinforcing the myth |
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Of a sovereignty so fictitious |
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They're in your home now spreading disease |
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Our nation slogging down on wounded knees |
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...Until they're dead |
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Battalions built on a mountain of lies |
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Taking heads, eloquent deception |
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Superseded and set aside |
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We watch the hills as they enter and then divide |
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We saw it |
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We bought it |
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From severed to delivered |
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The invasion has been |
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Predevised to pacify, and redefine |
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I can't hear them |
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And I won't listen |
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To lie frozen and slowly fade into the black |
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The seventh cavalry has arrived to divide our reservations |
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Dear ears to decide |
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To open fire, no compromise |
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Bleak Dakota, in a crimson snow |
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A Ghost dancer, in a grave unknown |
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Off in the wind, their shots resound |
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As we become, one with the ground |
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I can't hear them |
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And I won't listen |
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To lie frozen and slowly fade into the black |
