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I was born in 1984,

I'll be damned if i'm gonna die in it

I was born in the cold war,

And i saught out of it to leave the hate

Forever



This control is going to my bones

Its a brittling disease straight to make a heart of stone

And to the brain,

Leaving puddles only to remain

Red puddles and red hands

I just wipe my eyes and try to see it differently

But i can't



A bright beacon of democracy

Flashing over crumbling city houses

I was born fearing the horizon,

And now we're coloring everybody elses

Endless war



This control is going to my bones

Its a brittling disease straight to make a heart of stone

And to the brain,

Leaving puddles only to remain

Red puddles and red hands

I just wipe my eyes and try to see it differently

But i can't



I'm choking on a nation to dust

Witness to stars and stripes peeling to rust(bars bent and twisted)

You have been witness, too

And i thought out of all you'd leave the hate

Forever



This control is going to my bones

Its a brittling disease straight to make a heart of stone

And to the brain,

Leaving puddles only to remain

Red puddles and red hands

I just wipe my eyes and try to see it differently

But i can't



But i can't

And the more i rub, the more it hurts

The more infected your eyes get

I can see it in you, its unsettling

When you try to cover them up



I was born in 1984,

I'll be damned if i'm gonna die in it

(And i was born, just before..

And I'll be damned if i'm gonna enter it)