Hatred's Hand

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HATRED'S HAND

Count three more dead through tragic ends in a system soaked in sin.
There's a sick disease that burns beneath and demonizes skin.
We took the streets. Your eyes took me. No justice, little peace.
At black bloc's end, begin again in cyclical brutality.

Silence stings and rusts us all right through.
Broken home; all walls and curtains blue.

We scream and plead for some reprieve but never find relief:
just thoughts of loss and killer cops to beat us to our knees.
In a structure built and streamlined to protect and serve the few,
do you feel damned by hatred's hand only when it grabs for you?

Silence stings and rusts us all right through
Broken home; all walls and curtains blue.
A business and it's badge that we despise.
Broken Windows lead to broken lives.

"Hold on." "We have nothing to lose but our chains."

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from Bloom, released January 5, 2016

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