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I don't know why I see my name in the papers
Throw it away, wipe the tears from my face
Please investigate, you have leads on the floor
This is the real case, do not cross.
My father, my mother
Know I'm innocent
My brother, my sister
Crumbling away
When I'm walking the streets people look at me
They want autographs, I want respect
I'm not a defendant and everybody's a victim.
It's true, my head is a target
They taste my flesh, they taste my blood, they felt my freedom.
The hammer of justice is not crushing you
We don't need lawyers, your family stays true
The scales never tip to our side
We are victims for life - CRIME SCENE TAPE.
[Domy]
Told to swear by some book, I tear those pages through
This book is cursed, full lies, full of hurt.
Dig truth for the innocents, dig graves for murderers
For we are made to crumble.
You are no judge, and we'll always be on your hitlist.
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No Stagnant Souls
04:02
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Dr. Jones, you can't find my soul
Can you hear me?
Dig deep, dig hard
Entombed in the darkest hole
I can hear you breathe, trapped here with me
'Cause we are no stagnant souls.
No stagnant souls.
I don't sell my inner light, my soul is not mummified
It's independent in these arks
The ancient souls, I live with them.
No stagnant souls.
Dr. Jones, I admire your courage
But my body is wrapped in the bandages of your boobytrap
We're the souls of the archetype of our shared heritage.
Red alert to all the souls in this temple, we need your resurrection
Buried alive, becoming ground, six feet under
The storm is with us.
My soul will not leave this pyramid because it's glory of this sand.
The pillars are falling.
The souls, the purity
Locked in the ark
Can you hear me now?
'Cause we're souls, and souls never sell out.
The souls, the purity
Locked in the ark.
The souls, the purity
You can't destroy this history.
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In school we trust and the teacher we follow
The inkwell of your eyes, crying for these pages
Believe the quill that made these writings
Pay attention, take notes, learn the lesson.
Grab the chalk and answer the questions
Honor the words, bring the knowledge
Rub off your laziness, break your illiteracy
So get up, get out of your bed
School is in, grab your notebook
Please sit, we watch your backpack
Side by side we'll be studying.
In school we trust and the blackboard will save us
Students of the dedication
This alphabet of unity is open
And it grows up
Good morning teacher, what's your lesson plan?
What's your lesson? Today's subject is integrity of these young roots.
You are students and desk partners
Ties of respect, so fuck the popular.
[Martijn]
Respect the teacher, respect the school
With the room full or empty we believe in you
Monday to friday, open your mind
Learning for the future we will make you rise
Enrolled in September but summer is near,
So get your pencils, the test is here.
Do you want this shit?
Yes we want.
Sign your attendance sheet, never miss a class
Detention's out of question, this is the real lesson:
In school we trust.
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Handled By The Line
03:25
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You pull the strings behind the curtain.
Our hands are stitched to your gloves, they are studying our left side
In the center of our brains there is a key, you're a menace to everyone
We see your faces around and around, we don't need our spotlight
No red carpets for us, stand up for your beliefs
All day, any day, any time.
The rival members want our lives,
The lives are lost, are raped, are gone
Premeditated,
The consequences of your strings produce more puppeteers,
Don't let it take control.
These lines they won't stop dripping blood, but hold on, hold on.
Emergency, emergency
We are waiting to be called
Insurgency, insurgency
We become fearless to your laws.
Your false words and your advices
Help no man.
Lights! Camera! Action!
Monopoly of death.
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