The teeth are all rotten, hollow and loose. Pain won't stop 'til we pull at the root. And it's just under the surface. Right under our noses. And the heaven that we call this is the hell below it. When the blood on our hands won't wash away. The crosses we couldn't bare are left on their graves. Gold to pacify us. The guilt is here to stay and the more that we have the less we give away. The future is all but washed away. Foreclosed on the homes for the brave. It's the land of the free, or so they say, but in the end we're all going to pay for the land of the spree and the home of the slave.
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