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The movie ran through me. The glamour subdue me. The tabloid untie me. I'm empty please fill me. Mister anchor assure me. That Baghdad is burning. Your voice it is so soothing - that cunning mantra of killing. I need you my witness, to dress this up so bloodless; to numb me and purge me now of thoughts of blaming you. Yes the car is our wheelchair. My witness your coughing. Oily silence mocks the legless - ones who travel now in coffins. On the corner the jury's sleepless. We found your weakness. And it's right outside our door. Now testify.
With precision you feed me, my witness I'm hungry. Your temple it calms me so I can carry on. My slaving sweating the skin right off my bones, on a bed of fire I'm choking on the smoke that fills my home. The wrecking ball rushing. Witness your blushing. The pipeline is gushing, while here we lie in tombs. While on the corner the jury's sleepless. We found your weakness, and it's right outside your door. Mass graves for the pump and the price is set Now testify. Testify! It's right outside our door. |
Who controls the past now controls the future
Who controls the present now controls the past Who controls the past now controls the future Who controls the present now? |