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The Echo that Never Fades Away
I know what you are trying to say
But I hear the echo that never ends
What you seek is pure equality
But the monster inside thrives on the sin within pride
Waging war with fire burns the world entire
Fight fire with water to douse the flame
Burning down your white house on the hill
Baptize the beast to drown it's burden away
You must see pride in all it's forms to break free of it's embrace
For even tiny seeds grow into forests filled with mighty trees
So too it's true of pride we plant and nurture deep inside
With fangs that bite into the heart and suck it hard and dry
Murder the word that tortures our memories of bigger trees
Where a hanging was a lynching and a black life a disease
Yet bigotry knows no boundaries of skin or religion
It doesn't care so much about what you are
But it sure as shit will hate you for anything you ain't
So if you ain't like us, hate will string you up unless you kill it first
You must learn to let it go because it'll never let go of you
It will build you up and stroke your ego, filling your hardened head
Never letting you in on the secret that your soul's already dead
But I hear the echo that never ends
What you seek is pure equality
But the monster inside thrives on the sin within pride
Waging war with fire burns the world entire
Fight fire with water to douse the flame
Burning down your white house on the hill
Baptize the beast to drown it's burden away
You must see pride in all it's forms to break free of it's embrace
For even tiny seeds grow into forests filled with mighty trees
So too it's true of pride we plant and nurture deep inside
With fangs that bite into the heart and suck it hard and dry
Murder the word that tortures our memories of bigger trees
Where a hanging was a lynching and a black life a disease
Yet bigotry knows no boundaries of skin or religion
It doesn't care so much about what you are
But it sure as shit will hate you for anything you ain't
So if you ain't like us, hate will string you up unless you kill it first
You must learn to let it go because it'll never let go of you
It will build you up and stroke your ego, filling your hardened head
Never letting you in on the secret that your soul's already dead
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