Smokescreen At Ground Zero
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Lyrics
Hushed whispers at the whitewall.
Sticky fingers that crawl.
Monkeys cunning, gun-running for a windfall.
Daisy-cutting as night falls.Dirty bombers in the boardroom
Sweatshoppers at the mall
Stealing time and branding minds in the classroom
Pushing lies through the front door.Tear down the walls
And step up to the spotlight.
Stand tall
And never stop the fight.There's a smokescreen at Ground Zero.
Voices echo in the shadow.
Hosting talk shows from death row.
Distracting all eyes from the creepshow.
Kick down the door
And build it honest from the start,
A solid core,
Can't keep this soul apart.Tear down the walls,
Haul this train back on the rail.
Won't be no one's tool,
This soul is not for sale.A pawn in the game, in the crossfire.
Phoenix rising from the empire
A gap in the clouds, just a pinprick.
Never look away, eyes fixed.This soul is not for sale.
This soul is not for sale.
This soul is not for sale.