Day of the dead

Death frequency

Day of the dead
been sedated for countless years
we continue to taste the skin
spilling blood to kill the thirst with that stupid smile in our faces
hypnotized by your death frequency
we keep following like sheep
will not be a number
will not kiss the flag
will not lift your weapon
won't follow the dead
death soldiers everywhere slicing countless bodies
for years one by one we'll create a tide
unveiling compassion open wide
the cry for help needs to be heard as the innocents die
feelings are bullet proof
you cannot destroy them
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