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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,

«They're 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

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