Erased
Erased and replaced now, forgotten days of old
Their memories were faded and replaced with what was told
What was spoken from one side's objective, and never questioned if
The words they heard were even true, there was no evidence
Maybe it was given, maybe stolen, maybe both (stolen, maybe both)
In the end it doesn't matter, if the truth becomes a ghost (truth becomes a ghost)
Praying for the day when your child's memory turns clear (clear enough to see)
Just clear enough to make the brainwashing disappear
In the midst of all the madness, chaos at its best
Those on the outside, contributing to the mess
Sadness and destruction, heaped upon the weaker side
The weak is put on defense, the one with power hides its pride
Maybe it was given, maybe stolen, maybe both
In the end it doesn't matter, if the truth becomes a ghost
Praying for the day when your child's memory turns clear (clear enough to see)
Just clear enough to make the brainwashing disappear
Close but now not close enough to feel what once was true
The love, the bond, that used to be, now replaced with someone new
Reasons may be never found, it may never make sense
Only God, who sees the truth, can grant you recompense (ooh)
Maybe it was given, maybe stolen, maybe both
In the end it doesn't matter, if the truth becomes a ghost
Praying for the day when your child's memory turns clear (clear enough to see)
Just clear enough to make the brainwashing disappear
Erased and replaced now, forgotten days of old
Their memories were faded, and replaced with what was told
Their memories were faded and replaced with what was told
What was spoken from one side's objective, and never questioned if
The words they heard were even true, there was no evidence
Maybe it was given, maybe stolen, maybe both (stolen, maybe both)
In the end it doesn't matter, if the truth becomes a ghost (truth becomes a ghost)
Praying for the day when your child's memory turns clear (clear enough to see)
Just clear enough to make the brainwashing disappear
In the midst of all the madness, chaos at its best
Those on the outside, contributing to the mess
Sadness and destruction, heaped upon the weaker side
The weak is put on defense, the one with power hides its pride
Maybe it was given, maybe stolen, maybe both
In the end it doesn't matter, if the truth becomes a ghost
Praying for the day when your child's memory turns clear (clear enough to see)
Just clear enough to make the brainwashing disappear
Close but now not close enough to feel what once was true
The love, the bond, that used to be, now replaced with someone new
Reasons may be never found, it may never make sense
Only God, who sees the truth, can grant you recompense (ooh)
Maybe it was given, maybe stolen, maybe both
In the end it doesn't matter, if the truth becomes a ghost
Praying for the day when your child's memory turns clear (clear enough to see)
Just clear enough to make the brainwashing disappear
Erased and replaced now, forgotten days of old
Their memories were faded, and replaced with what was told
Credits
Writer(s): Gia Angela Lozicki
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