Passing the Threshold
Bloodstains paint the floor
Another person mourns
Decadence plagues the air
Innocence lost by stares
We aren't trying to overthrow the throne
We're just trying to pass the threshold
Our movements are at halt
Because your motives are at fault
Our ancestors served you for their whole life
And you never thought twice
You discriminate by color
But in reality, we're all just numbers
You are cold-blooded murderers
You are egregious saviors
We aren't trying to overthrow the throne
We're just trying to pass the threshold
Our movements are at halt
Because your motives are at fault
Our ancestors served you for their whole life
And you never thought twice
We won't live your fantasies
As this shows us being weak
We will march and the truth will leak
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