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Sworn Enemy

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My ears hurt bad
The ring won't stop
It's like an all-night apocalypse
And you can't make great
What never was
I just assumed it was obvious
You make a pretty penny down at funeral
That's not really a funeral
It's a political rally
It's got pyrotechnics and a tailgate line
That got blessed by the hands of a bright white Jesus Christ

My ears hurt bad
The ring won't stop
It's like a round the clock slaughter
Do you feel real big
When you stuff your pigs and the black hawk helicopters
And I don't want any sort of part in the doctrine
You're supposedly following

When you rip out the roots
When you kick down the door
And you zip-tie the kids
Is it fair to assume it's a crime to exist

In a world
Where the only thing you need is a black sheep
To start a fire and hide all the smoke
Bowin' down to a king's called blasphemy
But bowin' down to a coward's a joke
They say I'm your sworn enemy
And make it all the talk of the town
So by the time you see they're lying
It'll already be burnt down

My ears hurt bad
The ring won't stop
It's like someone's screaming
Lie all you want
If you're loud enough
Half of them are bound to believe it
It's not surprising that you're trying to revise
A history that doesn't make you a martyr
It's smarter to rip it out
It's imperative to the party of law and order
That we forget the capital riot and Kyle Rittenhouse

My ears hurt bad
The ring won't stop
It's like and airstrike warning
How do you hide in a mask
Rob a kid of their dad
And show your face at church in the morning
And you don't look brave in your riot gear
The only requirement you had to meet
Was to be spineless and sick

When you kick down the door
And you zip-tie the kids
Is it fair to assume it's a crime to exist

In a world
Where the only thing you need is a black sheep
To start a fire and hide all the smoke
Bowin' down to a king's called blasphemy
But bowin' down to a coward's a joke
They say I'm your sworn enemy
And make it all the talk of the town
So by the time you see they're lying
It'll already be burnt down

It'll be alright by the morning
It's just a little longer to dawn
You're a friend of mine, we'll be just fine
Till the smoke clears from the sun
It'll be alright by the morning
It's just a little longer to dawn
You're a friend of mine, we'll be just fine
Till the smoke clears from the sun
And it'll be alright by the morning
It's just a little longer to dawn
You're a friend of mine, we'll be just fine
Till the smoke clears from the sun
And it'll be alright by the morning
It's just a little longer to dawn
You're a friend of mine, we'll be just fine
Till the smoke clears from the sun
And it'll be alright by the morning
It's just a little longer to dawn
You're a friend of mine, we'll be just fine
Till the smoke clears from the sun
Compositor: Sasha Allen (USA)

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