Trix William - Cold Cuts

Seven billion stories and they're counting them high
Seven billion stories and they're counting them high
Seven billion stories and they're counting them high
Seven billion stories and they're counting them high

Seven billion stories and they're counting them high with a globalist agenda
You'll get dismembered or lose a hand if you won't surrender
With their coffins nailed closed, can you ever really count on justice being exposed
To the mustered courage of those willing to face it, the world's unembraced
How many suffering with fifty nine million displaced
That's nearly forty three thousand a day to be treated inhumanely
Walking through mountains and valleys so that they won't be betrayed
By their own government's incompetence and persecution
Either you flee and you starve or you're facing execution
Half these refugees are kids and they innocent,
Even if they coulda been moulded to criminals seeking execution
Through the eyes of the maker to break an infidel
Murdering and raping in the name of the infinite well
You can claim to be a soldier of god
But a rotten hostility seems like an intricate hell you fell

Tome for what we know
Take heed our roaming hearts
Poem for what we sow
Bleed from home and scars
Stars teach me eternity is more then fear
From these conquests and cold cuts
Seven billion tears

It's remarkable a brother's expected to shun a brother that'd be darker then me
I'd like to think otherwise
The fallacy of enforcement calling neutrality's an outrage
Police brutality treated as the norm, ugh
Conservatism wants a badge on asylum seekers the violence of speech is
Reflected in this white entitlement
Billionaires forcefully propagate hatred, and welcome displacement of the middle-eastern
Inside of the human racism faces them like smudges on the surface of a mirror
Chaos comes nearer, we struggle to keep it diplomatic
Assassins feeding us simultaneously bleeding us
Thus whistleblowers are the condemned, the enemies of state
The ones leading the state of awakening, and down in australia
We got bashings for the sake of patriotism
Be a roaming force, deception's trojan horse
A beacon of light, don't vacantly listen
But it's like that

Tome for what we know
Take heed our roaming hearts
Poem for what we sow
Bleed from home and scars
Stars teach me eternity is more then fear
From these conquests and cold cuts
Seven billion tears

One human could save a million, but you can't save everybody
Irrevocable, propaganda's the height of the unadvisedly genocidal
The wickedest temperament's consequences
In delicate measurements scientist measure stress
Of our main resources plummeting extinguishing life forms
Viral forms dwell in these tight swarms and cities
Deforming the pretty where do we find the balance to be
By counteracting the useless in you as well as me
But humans beautiful imperfect, we yearn for sublime deliverance
Whatever it be in the search of forgiveness
If there truely us a god let him be my witness
Take these imperfections staining my soul
For you to extinguish
Now you do what they told ya now you under control
Consolidating all efforts to break the mould
Seven billion, seven billion souls incarnate
In Karma's wake, can we embrace the face of fate
When it stands on the carpet

Tome for what we know
Take heed our roaming hearts
Poem for what we sow
Bleed from home and scars
Stars teach me eternity is more then fear
From these conquests and cold cuts
Seven billion tears

Seven billion stories and they're counting them high
Seven billion stories and they're counting them high
Seven billion stories and they're counting them high
Seven billion stories and they're counting them high

Seven billion stories
Seven billion stories

Written by:
Blake Walsh

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