"Keep on building prisons, gonna fill them all
Keep building bombs, gonna drop them all
Working young fingers bear to the bone
Breaking your back make you sell your soul
Like a lung its filled with cold, suffocating slow
The wind blows wild and I may move
The politicians lie and i am not fooled
you don't need no reason or a three piece suit
To argue the truth
...
The air on my skin and the world under my toes
Labor is stitched into the fabric of my clothes
Chaos and commotion wherever I go
Love I try to follow/Love will come set me free
Love will come set me free, I do believe
Love will come set me free, I know it will
...
There ain't no reason things are this way
Its how its always been and it tends to stay
I can't explain why we live this way
We do it everyday" -brett dennen (recent itunes find)
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