Open your mind
Open your eyes
They say that time heals all
But in this generation, the new, destroys the old
What kind of place is this? With broken homes and politics
What is left of our Unity?
Where did we go wrong?
The writings on the wall
Humanity will try to rain on your parade
But maybe its all us to blame
They say that sickness will be healed in time
But mark my words, we'll pay the price
Do you remember the time's that we would stand in a crowd?
We would stand up for our rights. We would act proud
Now we're so obsessed with what's left and whats right
That we forget what's right and wrong
Broken, Nation, Salvation, we're all waiting for the time to come
No matter who wins, we all end up lost
What kind of place is this? They deliberately fight the defenseless
We're all trapped in this cancer, called humanity
Humanity will try to rain on your parade
But maybe its all us to blame
They say that sickness will be healed in time
But mark my words
We'll pay the price
We'll shed the skin of humanity
We'll break the chains, of those who forgot their names
Defend your own and let them know
We stand as one, together we're not alone
They left us looking down, left us addicted to screens
Putting filters on life, instead of finding the scenes
Downloading all the facts instead of learning ourselves
We need to shatter this Black Mirror
Swipe left to the sound of silence
Put down your phone, pick up your tongue
This is Psychosocial media
We'll shed the skin of humanity
We'll break the chains of those who forgot their names
Humanity, will rain on your parade
Maybe its all us to blame
This sickness is incurable
Unhealable
We'll pay, we'll pay the price
We're paying the price, we've paid the
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Open your mind
Open your eyes
They say that time heals all
But in this generation, the new, destroys the old
What kind of place is this? With broken homes and politics
What is left of our Unity?
Where did we go wrong?
The writings on the wall
Humanity will try to rain on your parade
But maybe its all us to blame
They say that sickness will be healed in time
But mark my words, we'll pay the price
Do you remember the time's that we would stand in a crowd?
We would stand up for our rights. We would act proud
Now we're so obsessed with what's left and whats right
That we forget what's right and wrong
Broken, Nation, Salvation, we're all waiting for the time to come
No matter who wins, we all end up lost
What kind of place is this? They deliberately fight the defenseless
We're all trapped in this cancer, called humanity
Humanity will try to rain on your parade
But maybe its all us to blame
They say that sickness will be healed in time
But mark my words
We'll pay the price
We'll shed the skin of humanity
We'll break the chains, of those who forgot their names
Defend your own and let them know
We stand as one, together we're not alone
They left us looking down, left us addicted to screens
Putting filters on life, instead of finding the scenes
Downloading all the facts instead of learning ourselves
We need to shatter this Black Mirror
Swipe left to the sound of silence
Put down your phone, pick up your tongue
This is Psychosocial media
We'll shed the skin of humanity
We'll break the chains of those who forgot their names
Humanity, will rain on your parade
Maybe its all us to blame
This sickness is incurable
Unhealable
We'll pay, we'll pay the price
We're paying the price, we've paid the
Open your eyes
They say that time heals all
But in this generation, the new, destroys the old
What kind of place is this? With broken homes and politics
What is left of our Unity?
Where did we go wrong?
The writings on the wall
Humanity will try to rain on your parade
But maybe its all us to blame
They say that sickness will be healed in time
But mark my words, we'll pay the price
Do you remember the time's that we would stand in a crowd?
We would stand up for our rights. We would act proud
Now we're so obsessed with what's left and whats right
That we forget what's right and wrong
Broken, Nation, Salvation, we're all waiting for the time to come
No matter who wins, we all end up lost
What kind of place is this? They deliberately fight the defenseless
We're all trapped in this cancer, called humanity
Humanity will try to rain on your parade
But maybe its all us to blame
They say that sickness will be healed in time
But mark my words
We'll pay the price
We'll shed the skin of humanity
We'll break the chains, of those who forgot their names
Defend your own and let them know
We stand as one, together we're not alone
They left us looking down, left us addicted to screens
Putting filters on life, instead of finding the scenes
Downloading all the facts instead of learning ourselves
We need to shatter this Black Mirror
Swipe left to the sound of silence
Put down your phone, pick up your tongue
This is Psychosocial media
We'll shed the skin of humanity
We'll break the chains of those who forgot their names
Humanity, will rain on your parade
Maybe its all us to blame
This sickness is incurable
Unhealable
We'll pay, we'll pay the price
We're paying the price, we've paid the
Writer: Bury the Traitor
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