The dangling conversion
We talk about nothing
And make it sound like pride
We want the god damn freedom
And God to be our guide
We preach about morals
And emblaze ethic rights
We bow to politicians
Then take the drugs at night
We see ourselves as equals
We set the records straight
Empathy is in our prayers
But we won’t give up the hate
We claim to be the prophets
Of the prophecy of hope
But the world is so much clearer
When it’s dangling from the rope
Our Earth is staked out dogma
We’re divided into race
The loved one is a traitor
The friend a mirror face
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