Every time I let the tap run, I feel guilty

Every time I fill my belly, I turn away from the screen.

Every time the key clicks to my door, I can open and walk around.

But you and yours are raised to the ground.

No guilt from those who cheer on your genocide.  

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The lights go on

And the darkness slips away, from

The podium

The Twitter fueled hate

The stockpiling of lies, we thought it was too late

But it Brings a better day

Brings a better day

Brings a better day

A tombstone is lifted

And people can now breath

Not suffocating from insanity

And his personal greed

It brings a better day

Brings a better d...

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