Regulate
Your broken dreams
Men in suits
Fill the seam
When did they care for you
This is what they want for you
Soon to be dead
My guns do nothing
Your blood paints red
Sacrifice something
Hollywood makes me puke
The Bohiemian Grove isn't cute
Blue pigs roam streets
Guns in hands
Ready to beat
The bags of sand
They kill the innocent
Soon I wont have pay rent
Divided by color
By gender by others
So much divison
We hate eachother
Is this how you scare?
Cause it isn't so rare
I'm sick of the wait
Time ticking slow
It wont end by this rate
When will it let go
Stop the time we waste
Give me helping hand
I want a fresh taste
Roam the sacred land
The pain will never end
Only I fight and fend
All at last
I'm all alone
I want to ask
Is this really home?
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Regulate
Your broken dreams
Men in suits
Fill the seam
When did they care for you
This is what they want for you
Soon to be dead
My guns do nothing
Your blood paints red
Sacrifice something
Hollywood makes me puke
The Bohiemian Grove isn't cute
Blue pigs roam streets
Guns in hands
Ready to beat
The bags of sand
They kill the innocent
Soon I wont have pay rent
Divided by color
By gender by others
So much divison
We hate eachother
Is this how you scare?
Cause it isn't so rare
I'm sick of the wait
Time ticking slow
It wont end by this rate
When will it let go
Stop the time we waste
Give me helping hand
I want a fresh taste
Roam the sacred land
The pain will never end
Only I fight and fend
All at last
I'm all alone
I want to ask
Is this really home?
Your broken dreams
Men in suits
Fill the seam
When did they care for you
This is what they want for you
Soon to be dead
My guns do nothing
Your blood paints red
Sacrifice something
Hollywood makes me puke
The Bohiemian Grove isn't cute
Blue pigs roam streets
Guns in hands
Ready to beat
The bags of sand
They kill the innocent
Soon I wont have pay rent
Divided by color
By gender by others
So much divison
We hate eachother
Is this how you scare?
Cause it isn't so rare
I'm sick of the wait
Time ticking slow
It wont end by this rate
When will it let go
Stop the time we waste
Give me helping hand
I want a fresh taste
Roam the sacred land
The pain will never end
Only I fight and fend
All at last
I'm all alone
I want to ask
Is this really home?
Writer: Nathan Gammons
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid