Way downstairs underneath the floorboards
They've buried our children there
Will I ever once breathe them in?
Shut me out,
Would they even care if I ever went home again?
I can never go home again
I gave up the same as they
And I have no say in where they're taking them
{you can't slow down the machine)
And my stomach keeps turning...
Everything you think you know,
Everything that you've been told,
A clever twist of words and small patterns in the dirt.
Everything you think you know,
Everything that you've been told,
A clever twist of words and small patterns in the dirt.
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