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I see the culmination of a bitter state People get disillusioned by fear and hate Still we are wasting our blood on the wrong points Revolutions they may rise outside our very homes Rivers of blood may flow outside our front lawn Still we are wasting our blood on the wrong points I find myself standing in a culture of losing hope Swallowed by indifference with tired eyes we see All beauty that could have been a possibility Still we are wasting our blood on the wrong points From Letras Mania