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Lies and Kin

knorm

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Lyrics

Intro

Yeah

(Whatcha gonna do)

See it in their eyes

The weight of the lies

Verse 1

Concrete walls closing in on the innocent

Laws written down for the wealthy and the prominent

Look at how they spin it

Never win if you start at the finish

Gavel bangs hard on the wood of the bench

Digging the ditch while we sit in the trench

Sirens scream louder than a mother in pain

Treated like cattle while they profit on the strain

No balance in the scale of the blind

Leaving every hope for a future behind

Chorus

System built on shadows and the greed

Sowing every single poisonous seed

Telling all these untruths about my kin

Feeding us the hollow while they win

Watch 'em profit off the misery

Writing out a fake kind of history

It ain't equal in the eyes of the law

Bleeding from the puncture of a claw

Verse 2

Brother in a suit getting tracked by a tail

Walking with a burden that they hope makes him fail

Shining through the dirt and the dark

Left without a prayer or a mark

Broken promises and policies that lie

Searching for a reason why we always have to die

Falsified files in a cabinet of iron

Singing like a snake in the belly of the siren

They frame it like a choice we make

Knowing every penny that they take

Chorus

System built on shadows and the greed

Sowing every single poisonous seed

Telling all these untruths about my kin

Feeding us the hollow while they win

Watch 'em profit off the misery

Writing out a fake kind of history

It ain't equal in the eyes of the law

Bleeding from the puncture of a claw

Bridge

Maybe they want us to fight for the scraps

Hiding the mines and the trigger of the traps

Under the thumb of a coldhearted state

Watching the clocks while we sit and we wait

Chorus

System built on shadows and the greed

Sowing every single poisonous seed

Telling all these untruths about my kin

Feeding us the hollow while they win

Watch 'em profit off the misery

Writing out a fake kind of history

It ain't equal in the eyes of the law

Bleeding from the puncture of a claw

Post-Chorus

Whatcha gonna do

Whatcha gonna do

(They tellin lies)

(Look into their eyes)

Whatcha gonna do

Whatcha gonna do

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