You
crack me
Down
to the line
Leaving
me breathless
Never
know what hit
Tomorrow
I can't see
I
sit on the bench thinking
Where
the road leads me?
I
never can tell you
Hear
Isis still keep pushing
The
devilish Islamic terrorists
They
want to create chaos
In
the nation of peace and harmony
Isis
members see
The
opportunity in the midst of rallies
Of
racist goers bashing of other races
They
clap their hands in anticipation
Something
is wrong
In
the religious teaching
I
can't tell you what I don't know
The
time to clean up our acts
You
stand on the stage
With
tears flowing down
As
you hear the laughter
Of
all the craps hitting you
You
crack me
Down
to the line
Tomorrow
I can't see
Only
on the bench thinking
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