The Woods
Who controls the past controls the future
Who controls the present controls the past
You see I grew up where the war zone blew up
My view of the statue
Where they chewed up what the news done threw up
And the tube done flashed you
Like a tuba wraps you in a tune that has you marching
I was that dude who you knew from the start
Wouldn't give into moods with his heart darkened
Flash back to the first attack I had a matchbook in my hand
I had to stash that in the woods
So that we could trap that good again
I mean that fire again
At night we'd thaw around the only light without a firing pin
Desire was our only way to fight the law
Our quiet den
Def to rioting we left our smiles then
We'd get right back to filing in line for bread
And iron men how kind of them to remind us
Of the truth about our future
With a mind so fed their eyes go dead
Till our heads our where their boots are
Singing

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