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poldoore - blind eyes lyrics

hook: cise star
am i my brother’s keeper
yelling it through the speakers
stepping over the fallen we never progressing either
never coming together this dirt is getting deeper
never to late to say that i need ya
need ya
(x2)

verse 1: cise star
speak easy this a new day, old humans with new ways
ready to k!ll each other call it progress what do you a say
hands raised but still shot, moral dilemma gridlock
ends justifying the means, nah brother its flip flop
meaning we just ending, they k!lling us with a witness
with video footage even, and still they walk defended let go
f-ck the belly of the best we in the colon swimming in that bullsh-t so thick forever choking
let me be the ulcer burning through the lining of this culture
try to look away i got you bent and buckled over
try to hold a hand but we gripping colder shoulders
icy words from the others, getting prematurely older see
we just are pharisees that need vision and clarity
living life on the precipice looking down reading elegies
fantasies of happiness in unsettling times
this is the reason i’m gonna strive

hook: cise star
am i my brother’s keeper
yelling it through the speakers
stepping over the fallen we never progressing either
never coming together this dirt is getting deeper but
never to late to say that i need ya
need ya
(x2)

verse 2: cise star
beaten but yet you walk past, even getting a good laugh
stepping over abel, raising some cain, can we outlast
maybe nothing is sacred, chalk it up to human nature
gotta keep it progressing, stars in the nomenclature indeed
aim to please in words but never deeds
fellas get it together so we can raise up the seeds with ease
rebuilding towers of babel as we proceed
many people united in a love that’s supreme
let us reel it in, building with the devils and the seraphim
everything in it’s element, diabolical heaven sent
african elephant’s trampling over decadence
politician embellishments, this sh-t is unsettling
police states get created in haste
army weapons in authority hands lead to disgrace
more trouble than needed, puppets of the elitists
the least of these my brethren, please believe it

- poldoore lyrics

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