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ArtistThe movie ran through me The glamour subdue me The tabloid untied me I'm empty. please fill me Mister Anchor, assure me That Baghdad is burning Your voice, it is so soothing That cunning mantra of killing I need you, my witness To dress this up so bloodless To numb me and purge me now Of thoughts of blaming you Yes, the car is our wheelchair My witness, your coughing Oily silence mocks the legless ones Who travel now in coffins While on the corner (Corner) The jury's sleepless (Sleepless) We found your weakness (Weakness) And it's right outside your door See upcoming rock shows Get tickets for your favorite artists You might also like Bulls on Parade Rage Against the Machine Killing in the Name Rage Against the Machine Guerrilla Radio Rage Against the Machine Now testify Now testify It's right outside your door, now testify Yes, testify It's right outside your door With precision you feed me My witness, I'm hungry Your temple, it calms me, so I can carry on My slaving, sweating the skin right off my bones On a bed of fire, I'm choking on the smoke that fills my home The wrecking ball is rushing Witness your blushing The pipeline is gushing While here we lie in tombs While on the corner (Corner) The jury's sleepless (Sleepless) We found your weakness (Weakness) And it's right outside your door Now testify Yeah, testify It's right outside your door Now testify Now testify And it's right outside your door Mass graves for the pump when the price is set When the price is set Mass graves for the pump when the price is set When the price is set Mass graves for the pump when the price is set When the price is set Mass graves for the pump when the price is set When the price is set Who controls the past now controls the future Who controls the present now controls the past Who controls the past now controls the future Who controls the present now? Now testify Testify It
The bloodlust of leaders has gone too far. They would rob you of your futures. Taking from you the knowledge of who you truly are.
You reap what you sow, and we have sown mass graves of far too many. What do we have to show for it?
This is the path to tyranny, the banishment of a future brilliance. The cost paid by least among us, and the wealthiest alike. The opportunity cost of peace is born through believing collateralize death will bring you safety.
Preemptive strikes are no way to keep peace, this is enslavement of your mind.
What crimes have these women, and children committed?
Would you silence yourself for fear of reprisal?
Would you engage with a propaganda machine expecting truth to be held within?
Is parroting ignorance worth the price? Filling emptiness with belonging. What do you belong to? Could it be righteous indignation is a counterproductive game of shame?
Cast it to the wind along with the hate, that comfy blanket of being correct in a war of words.
No more bad actors, try honest exchanges. Listen, speak, be heard, and see others for who, and what they are.
Help one another through their pain, be fearless!
Testify and listen to testimony. Allowing weakness to spread isn't brave, it isn't a win. Allowing fear to rule youself is sorrowful game.
So let it be known who you are, what you wish, think for yourself. Don't let others tell you what your opinion is. Make the leap, it may be scary, but once done you'll never look back.
Feign rage, purges, smug deliveries, are the way of fools. Would you allow yourself this childhood indulgence when the world has so much real pain?
When you are wrong, correct yourself. Apologies are not weakness. Don't tell them that you're sorry. Tell them why you were wrong, and be strong enough to make that change.
Allowing this madness to continue will only bring us back to face the darkest moments of humanity. It is time to speak, be not afraid.
Civitasvox
