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I will show the world the steadfast railing that hold us back from the truth
the iron and bone congealed into a force so strong
the workhorse, triumphant as the statue holding our cities in place
we as a people are something we are not
a bold faced lie amongst the glory of martyrs
we the self proclaimed
we the ignorant mass
the faithful few that remain atop their horses
as profound as the four horsemen of the apocalypse
these are the people that deserve the reins our government throws so the wind
a quick awakening from drab tales inside our own imprisonment, our mind
and the day dreams promising that times will change, that times will never change
I've heard the same songs a million times, same arguments a million more
this change is impending, i've come to fear it more than the day the sun burns out
though she tried so hard, she will fall before our heads find her light.
a people so set on change
but so fearful of the results makes me sick
but who am I
a man amongst the riot of life
this is the memento i'll cherish
the same memento every aware american hides in his pockets and his throat
a promise of change.