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Lyrics

They don't even know what day it is.
Clocks are running down some dreams.
What would be the consequence,
If they never cared again?

They can fight for the wrong sides,
The world still turns, despite their mistake.
And the error of their pride,
Shows in the choices that they make.

One wrong doesn't give them rights,
Any more than the truth is kind.
It's awful hard to see the light,
Through a door that you can't find.

Do you hear the people sing,
Marching through their "happy place"?
Fooled ourselves that freedom rings.
Check the color of your face.

There's blood in the streets,
There's more on our hands.
There's a price to pay for not taking a stand
What did we lose
Just to gain nothing at all?

Orange isn't the new anything.
It has been here all along.
Hiding among sinners as saints
With no concept of "wrong".

While they argue about their flags,
We're just trying to move along,
From those tired, wretched rags
And all the hatred they spawn

Now we all carry the weight,
Of a meager state of mind.
Maybe we should all suffer the fate
Of the souls we've left behind

They may say they have the right
To see truth any way they want
Well, maybe humans aren't their kind.
Maybe they never really belonged.


So march with your feet,
But ready your hands.
For those who would erase your line in the sand.
We must do more - than just hope
Someday they fall.

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