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(By Means of) Rational Thought Processing
How long can those bodies float the sky
Before hitting ground, burning buildings no longer
Fill the air with justice, Leadership, it was lost
In the smoked up-ashed horizon, will we remember the past?
Thirty-two found dead in the classroom
A murder, a massacre, the mystery of treason
Oh and Little Bliss is crying because Brother Danny
Never came home, unanswered questions will always stay unknown
Thousands and millions blown to pieces
Friendly-fire, just another disease to be taken
To and back from war, give us justice for cause
Oh how the definition of support has quickly become so disappointing
Legal, illegal, the difference is clear
Jumping over fenced-in-borders, you’ll never be the same
When prejudice and racism have never cleaned up the slate
Oh won’t that be the day
(It’s harder to get inside than out)
