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 havent 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