H O M E M E D I A C A L E N D A R A L B U M S B I O P R E S S C O N T A C T L I N X

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 B U R I E D  I N  S A N D 

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I’m waiting for the truth, with blood on my hands
I'm searching for the truth, that’s buried in sand

I’m waiting for the truth, with blood on my hands
And I’m looking at you

We’re waiting for the truth, united we stand
We’re searching for the truth, is scorching the land
We’re waiting for the truth, but truth has been banned
And I'm looking at you
 

We’re waiting for the truth, there’s blood where you stand
I'm searching for the truth, is this what you planned
To recognize the truth, is-to question your stance
And I'm looking at you 

I can’t believe it’s come to this.  You locked the door and ate the key
Now you leave us all alone to pay the butcher’s bill

I can’t believe it’s come to this.  I see the path, but I can’t leave

All the darkness that surrounds us from the blood you’ve spilled

I can’t believe it’s come to this.  You lie and think that we can’t see
And your violence breeds more violence when you’ve lost control
I can’t believe it’s come to this.  You rape the world and say it’s free

Now we’re bathing in the ashes of the pride we stole

 
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