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Sitting on the Fence

waiting for my death sentence

while they hold the world hostage

the ransom hits center stage

just enough to rattle your cage

not enough to open your eyes

better wake up and see their lies

before they silence all your rights

they will strip you of your weapons

defenseless, they attack with disceptions



"Stand up, be heard

hold them to their words

shout out, protest

Theres a truth I must confess"



This is my life, my body

within this holy temple, I shall die free

for no man rules over me

I hold this self evident

within my very exsistance



Fragile lines that have all been crossed

as our constitution carelessly being tossed

and a great nation has became lost



"Stand up, be heard

hold them to their words

Shout out, Protest

Theres a truth I must confess"