Skerry1 & Arsenalisbest
4 men die,
They come in from nationwide
To fuel the hate and sell their lies
They don't want a compromise
We put down the picket signs
Help our neighbors stem the tide
But there's no story in those lines
When it's a tragedy
Its all over tv
And it's sad to me
When it's the ratings
Not the great things
That dictate what I see
Is this us?
A complexion coldly concussed
Split, seeking sewn strifes with lust
Or strong together in the dust?
Is this just?
Pitting ourselves against us
When we move to break free from
The old, fading, but still beating drum?
They say we need to be great again
But I would say that we are
Wish everyone could witness the love
But the news don't show that part