Why change?
Whenever I look at society
All I see are people
Tied to a board by their hands and knees
bowing down to the majesty
All I see are broken things
Why does this world seem so strange
When the little man has to run and flee when he sees a man tied from his neck to a tree
Where does his redemption lead
When we are tied to the brinks of a dead society
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