in the land of lincoln, that's where i was raised
got a brother in manhattan, brother in LA
i've seen 10 years gone, and i ain't talked to them at all
but if i was west of the rockies then i might make that call
i'm standing on the fault line of this Great Divide
i feel like the ground is gonna open up if i don't pick the righteous side
this time it's no more fucking around man, this time it's the real deal
the weapons of silicone vs. the weapons of steel
and i shield my vision from the sunrise where the propaganda flows
from a bloody nose
and i loathe the tension from the setting sun and all that they oppose
because it grows
with the murder of joti gaeto, let's start the war
everytime i see a shooting star coming from the indiana sky
i get a shiver down my back thinking this could be the night
when the lights that light las vegas are a gift from baltimore
the end of my electricity marks the beginning of the war
oh and i swore my vision from the sunrise where the propaganda flows
from a bloody nose
and i loathe the tension from the setting sun and all that they oppose
because it grows
with the murder of joti gaeto, let's start the war
east of appalachia in the blackest of the night
where the stars in the reflecting pool give off the faintest of the light
sits a man cast in marble on his contemplative throne
imprisoned in a parthenon of colorado stone
and i've shown that a man can drink a bottle and get oiled to the bone
but he hasn't grown
so it goes my infamy is apathy when i can't get a tone on the telephone
with the murder of joti gaeto, let's start the war
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