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