Death of a Country

Follow the rivers of blood through the streets
Like the arteries leading straight to the city
Ignited by fires from baton twirling creepers
They lock down the beat, while acting like reapers
I can't believe these times are not changing
The orders arranged, now follow the pages
Well, sheep are sheep, and wolves are elected
God is dead. But so is our country

Follow the footprints in sand to the cages
That lock away the "animals" that we call children
Taken away from the mothers and fathers
To be lost in a system, no care for their future
I hate to say, but it's not surprising
They've been hunting for years down by the border
Sheep are sheep, and wolves need to eat
Morality is dead. But so is our country



Credits
Writer(s): Jared Guilmette
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