You say this time is far too easy
Leftover handouts to keep the peace
And now it's too late for any apologies
But now our hands are burned, slowly worked to the bone
Sifting through the ashes of the bridges you have burned
And now we recognise the face of our own enemy
We've seen through the rhetoric and lies
But somehow blinded by their dazzling display of contempt
We simply get on with our lives
This time, our time,
Born to bear their burden
With years gone by
The shadow's cast over our lives
Forgive, forget, for giving us scars that can never heal
The blood, the sweat, the tears we shed for you are all too real
I can see through the idiotic delusion you fell for
Expanding wealth, they're crushing the insignificant
Well fuck you, take back your one visioned view
I can see through it
This is our time and we'll embrace
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