Текст песни Civil War - Solé

Billions of damaged souls,
We are the world.
Where is the world if you've been kicked?
Must you keep on kicking?
Self style is not an option.
Am I a product of my environment,
Or is my environment a product of me?
I wanna feel like an artist,
In the 18th century.
White people will make you find a happy place between guilt and privilege.
There is no other, no neighbor.
Only terrified "us", atomized sons of grief,
A million paper cuts.
Everything I stole should've been given,
But the sad dreams were cleaned
I write my girl I love you via text
She sits next to me on the couch
I wanna sweep her away but there's no one on this planet we can burn.
Is war here?
Depends on what you call warfare.
We focus on class, but the war is on us.
I wanna find a new way we can talk about race.
Self hatred is energy wasted and still violence.

War's here if you want it,
You can stick your head in the sand,
You can't run from it
Act like you want it, then you gotta own it.
War's here if you want it,
You can stick your head in the sand,
You can't run from it.
Act like you want it, then you gotta own it.
This war's a daily.
Working, screaming, fuck you, pay me.
Bosses sniping their all-in property, finger waiting.
People waiting restlessly in post office lines.
Cross-armed, hang-it-tight till they're like nine is mine.
Peace sign bumper sticker on a mini-van.
Not knowing what people die for in Afghanistan.
We can blame a faceless demon, robots or computed.
Walk behind illusions, it's just humans hurting humans.
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In the end it's what we make up all of those fairies.
Axl Rose starts screaming he don't want no civil war.
Though the battlefield is exactly where he was born.
Every man just counting how much you can fucking eat.
Put a bullet in a bunny fast.
Before the bullet ricochets back.

Programmed to attack, as if someone always wants to take our things.
Our battles picked the ruling class -
Every difference was created

Fuck it i dont understand

War's here if you want it,
You can stick your head in the sand,
You can't run from it.
Act like you want it, then you gotta own it.
War's here if you want it,
You can stick your head in the sand,
You can't run from it.
Act like you want it, then you gotta own it.

There's a war between the rich and poor,
There's a war between a man and a woman,
There is a war between the ones who say that there is a war and the ones who say there isn't.
It's a war without blood, a war with no physical pain.
It's less of a war and more of a conversation about change.
This is the voice of God rapping, reminding you to love the sinners.
This war's the special olympics in the sense that everyone's a winner.
If an argument goes on long enough someone's gonna get compared to Hitler,
So take that home, and cut it down, cook it up and eat it for dinner.
Bullets are flying from mouths of teenagers,
Calling dumb shit "gay,"
And grenades, "whores" and "sluts" making women feel ashamed,
Words that begin with "f" and "n" still have the power to hurt,
No matter how many little white kids like to say they're just words.
You can try to run, you can try to leave,
You can try to flee, you can try to go,
But you'll never get far enough from it not to be right at home,
And its destinate, there's no more innocense,
All of our hands are dirty but we can forgive ourselves and not make a big deal about it,
Who's with me?
Greed is made by fear, and fear is made by isolation.
Isolation is the product of environmental

Why am i doing this im so tired bye