The colors of our blood spread across your plain white walls
Smashing the norm of the people choice
It was anything but hearing the voice
We are all basically alone
It had only good intentions
All through the streets and alley ways
Life creating hope, dead
What could we do
What could we possibly say
When at the end of the day no one cares enough
Say!
Tell the doctor can you hold the phone
Can we talk this out
Run to the governors and psychopaths
Screaming out the names of the unborn
Pleading the images
Swing your fist at anything that gets in our way
We were all basically alone
Why not mercy
He doesn't even want to know the reason
Knives and metal plates
Skinny hallways and cold cold rooms
Despite what all of our studies have shown
Do the doctors show no mercy
We don't need to fight with guns
We don't need to fight with knives
Use the art that we love
Speak for them
Get your voice heard
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