Color always drains from faces, better bar the doors
Altogether, one man's life, holy ways of war
Shouts and screams shatter lives always heard at night
Fires lit, torches burn, a secrecy from light
Blood red lips unveil pearls, and always whisper truth
The high and mighty cry and gasp, pretty knotted noose
My soul to take, but if I die, thee will not lie in earth
The sun will dance upon my face, like lace upon strange fruit
My country oh! I love thee so, you promised me my freedom
But who am I to cry out lies, you kept your pledge most loyal
I am the sinner, they the saints, who only want what's best
For their daughters, sons, and lives, I only wanted evil
Mockery escapes my throat, white kerchiefs wave adieu.
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