they asked me about religion
cut collisions are all that's on my mind
can you
keep me from myself
'cause i've got nobody else to be me
can't you see
that we're all fighting a war
that started before
our mothers and our fathers were born
can we inherit nothing more than their tears
all their fears
lurking in the footsteps we leave
so we bleed
black, blue, red, white, and grey
we've let colors become definitions
inhibitions tying us to the floor
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