A violent disorder stakes claims of it's righteousness over the border it feeds on those who eat up the bones of it's casualties the momentum of each daily cycle of "you're not me"
YOU'RE NOT ME A burn for a burn is as useless as apathy we must make choice through action no matter the fraction we stand for gutting it's name and denouncing it's claims of "you're not me"
YOU'RE NOT ME
It's in your mind Travel through time It's in your face forgotten place It's in your hands Forgotten lands I'm twisting and turning I'm buning my insides I'm breaking on fire, "Woe!" she cries no more, for you!
Eyes watching in the dark like a song done well or a spell gone awry and all the books were burned with any insight on how to fix the wrongs back to right gottah gather all together all of us a re running scattered and we're pointing out that you're not me holding off your future dreams you'd rather scream in fear that the not-me party is marching on not like it's the only one time here everyday for many long years people die Iraqis lacking food and in health supplies sanctioned by the brother with no compassion for the other with one outstretched hand the other rapes the land in the name of democracy, flag of hypocrisy, war is second nature there we're quick to turn in our neighbor the young have war in their eyes oh how this mighty nation cries "You Witch!" "Communist" "Pinko" "Terrorist"