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Niema (Living Close)
The Holy Ghost Tabernacle Choir
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And when I react with feelings of murder I feel horrified
And tell myself that it is fascist to want to murder these people
And in my horror at my feelings
I attempt to rationalize them by going further
Saying but in this culture we accept murder
As self-defense against those who try to murder us
And what's going on here but public and social murder on a daily basis
And it's happening in our midst and not very many people
Seem to say or do anything about it
There's not even an acknowledgment
Of murder from most of my friends
And i want to throw up
Because we're supposed to quietly and politely
Make house in this killing machine called America
And pay taxes to support our own slow murder
And I'm amazed that we're not running amok in the streets
And that we can still be capable of gestures of loving
After lifetimes of all this
I am playing pretend
For those who pray
Whether it's when they see me or every day
I am playing pretend for the ones in blue
Whether it's a uniform or just a suit
I am playing pretend for this machine
That's eating everything i love and me
No one else is playing along
If the world is a stage then i'm being booed off
I don't remember my lines
Sometimes i think it'd be easier to just take it and die
Then i keep getting kicked up from where i lie
Your pound of flesh is worth more than mine
I'd like to see what makes it so divine
Your pound of flesh is worth more than mine
I'd like to see what makes it so divine
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