They’re leaving the city
They’re bleeding the robots dry
The tiptoeing children
With cameras behind their eyes

We buried our fathers
With dirt of abandoned wives
We ordered reporters
To cover our mother’s cries

These days of dirt and reckoning
Of search and seizure

And move away the second we are able
So come on..

These days of dirt
Of search and seizure
Of reckoning
A reckoning

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Words & music by Hofmann / Kiley