Exile

While you were sleeping they waged a war Didn't tell you 'till they came to your door While you were sleeping they stole your freedom Made sure the odds werent even There's blood on the hands of time A lie cheapens the vision Did you read between the lines Or did they teach you not to question? There's blood on the hands of time They've taken it all away Buried the past with lies But the pain is still felt today While you were sleeping they dug you a grave Gave you a # instead of a name While you were sleeping they stole your dreams Beat you out of your beliefs There's blood on the hands of time And in the pages of your books Blood paints the heavens For all the lives that you took There's blood on the hands of time I still hear the screams These wounds haven't healed They've massacred my dreams Exiled in the land of the free While you were sleeping they took the words from your mouth And bound your hands So when you tried to reach out Noone would understand While you were sleeping they glorified the past Tried to cover up their lies We will never forget There's blood on the hands of time! Exiled in the land of the free It's in the eyes of the homeless and the abused Like its in the way that I live with this truth... An outcast in my land, in my home, and in my mind Guilty 'till proven innocent and I'm still doing the time My head is crowded with these screams My mind is massacred by these images... Those who couldn't keep up with the rest Weren't worth the bullet Something I'll never forget Not worth the bullet I'm not gonna forget Not worth the bullet There's blood on the hands of time We will not forget Our people marched in Exile Not worth the bullet ...there's blood on the hands of time Exiled in the land of the free