Bled Dry

Eastwood

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How many times will they lie to us
Until we decide it’s enough
They wage a war
Enlist the poor
And call their culture ignorant

When will it be enough

And they scream in pain while beating me
Playing the victim
Bleeding us dry

We’re trapped in a coma and can’t wake up

How can you know what’s actually real
When you’re told how to think and what to feel
Beware of what you cannot see
The curtains guarded carefully

And they scream in pain while beating me
Playing the victim
Bleeding us dry
Unaware our minds are in a cage
They’ve decorated to numb the pain

And now the empire crumbles down
And you can see what they’re all about