Painted Lines

Summer heat, hit the streets
A march for justice, a march for peace
But you saw those kids, stood on their backs
To sow division and twist the facts

Nothing but a cardboard cutout
Now you're folding over in the breeze

Hunt the stranger, steal a life
Peddle fear, pay no price
Raining fire, painting lines
Final station: genocide

Does your golden idol know you?
Just another soul for sacrifice

Play the judge, play the jury
Play the executioner
Wannabe punishers
Dying for an order

Violent entourage
Dear leader's a mirage
Queen of the island's garbage

Play the judge, play the jury
Play the executioner
Wannabe punishers
Dying for an order

Violent entourage
Dear leader's a mirage
Queen of the island's garbage

Oh yeah

Queen of the isle of the sick and the tired

Oh



Credits
Writer(s): Shaun Gold
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