Trigger

how am I supposed to feel, when we live in a world where it's a crime to feel?

when I was a little girl I was happy, I was bold,

I held freedom, despite what they spoke.

I could run, the air was almost rushing through my blood, and cooling my veins,

but they forgot to tell me what was to come was a viscous game, a sickening game.

blood in the streets, copper in my nose.

murder.

murder.

murder.

the streets stinked of polluted air, badges; everywhere. 

freedom was dead, freedom is dead.

not just for me, but for you, we.

but we have the power to be free, to seek prosperity.

some day in the end of time, we'll have clarity.