All good things come to an end, at first they came to us. Empty promises burried in our hearts.
With dust in our eyes and empty rivers to drink.
We accepted them, believed them. We didn't know we were the lambs for they slaughter. We didnt know we were the sacrifice.
We stood together, we came as one. We tore them down and put our kind there.
For a while the harvests were unending and it was good.
Things changed, the oppressed became the oppressors. Selling us out for international gain.
Each time it gets worse and now we live in darkened house with no light and starve ourselfs to pay the rent.
This isnt what we wanted, this isn't what we fought for.
I had a dream as a child and I spread my dreams out open but they were trampled.
When will peace come?
When will this torment end? When will we finally see?
The ants are now eating their people and it destroys our nation from within.
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