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I hear the drums
The drums repeat
Pounding forgotten
History
Footmen of fear
Soldiers of shame
I've heard your voice
I know your name
They took them out
They laid them bare
In open water
And left them there
And from these lies
The grim receipts
Hung from the rafters
Dragged in the streets
I just wanna be myself
But they say,
Hey-o,
Hey-o,
jump
in
the
gun
They say, Right,
left,
turn
around,
shoot
em and run"
They say, "Hey-o, hey-o, fall into line"
They say, "Right, left, turn around, join or you die"
They dyed their eyes
They sewed their legs
Took off their heads
Hung them on pegs
it all began
Without much fuss
Someone whispered,
"Theyre
not
like
us
They came for them
I didn't speak
I didn't care
It wasn't me
They came for me
A soul bereft
And no one spoke
No one was left
Bring out your dead
Break up the walls
Somebody's gotta pay for what they've done
Bring out your dead
Break up the silence
Somebody's gotta pay for what they've done
Somebody's gotta pay for what they've done