As the sun goes down and we wake upThe streets start to fill with disrupt
The sounds of guns, police sirens
The mothers of our world are praying
The kid next door, he was shot in cold blood
AK-47 face in the mud
The wars on tv, blood on the screen
I wish I could say it was all bad dreams
Where are we going, can you tell me where
It looks like a straight line to Hell from here
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