Jhenova
22-08-2004, 03:11
Autobiography of a Nation
Write these words back down on the inside: We have burned their villages and all the people in them died and we adopt their customs and everything they say we steal. All the dreams they had we Kill. Still we all sleep sound tonight. Is this what you wanted to hear? We earased all their images and dance and replaced them with borders and flags. At the top of this timeline you'll remember, this is the lipstick on the collar and in my own life. Ive seen it in the mirror sometimes at the cost of others hopes. So, write these words back down inside. Thats where you need it and the most and without the conviction of heart you will never feel it at all. Yeah- we all dance to the same beat when we're marching - yeah - the TV tells us everything we need to know. And this scene is painted in all the fashions of the moment and history is all the same. Everything you say: You stole. Every dream you dream: you bought. But i'm still here and we are all guitly
Thats by Thursday ^
Write these words back down on the inside: We have burned their villages and all the people in them died and we adopt their customs and everything they say we steal. All the dreams they had we Kill. Still we all sleep sound tonight. Is this what you wanted to hear? We earased all their images and dance and replaced them with borders and flags. At the top of this timeline you'll remember, this is the lipstick on the collar and in my own life. Ive seen it in the mirror sometimes at the cost of others hopes. So, write these words back down inside. Thats where you need it and the most and without the conviction of heart you will never feel it at all. Yeah- we all dance to the same beat when we're marching - yeah - the TV tells us everything we need to know. And this scene is painted in all the fashions of the moment and history is all the same. Everything you say: You stole. Every dream you dream: you bought. But i'm still here and we are all guitly
Thats by Thursday ^