7 In The Morning

Seven in the morning, death is in the air
Decibels from warheads deafening my ears
Desecrated holy land, the devil's there
Devastated, questioning if heaven's real
Seven in the morning, tryna get to noon
Staring out my window, watching the platoon
Go left, left, left, right, left
Left, left, left, right, left
Left, left, left, right, left
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The man on the moon said it'd be over any day now
America'll be here soon to make a way out
And put us on a plane to LA
We'll get to live in Hollywood and see a Laker parade
Can't wait to march down Figueroa
Mimicking the movement of the soldiers
Staring out my window, seven in the morning, going
Left, left, left, right, left
Left, left, left, right, left
Left, left, left, right, left
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War, what is it good for?
And what's the point of peace if we can break it?
All the wars we wage as nations over money or location
Or religious ideation
Humans cheering in the crowd, proud of their gladiators
Why is death our entertainment? I don't understand
Primeval greed, we always feel the need to have the upper hand
Murdering our brothers for the love of a sham
Marching like a soldier, waiting on commands, going
Left, left, left, right, left
Left, left, left, right, left
Left, left, left, right, left
Left, left, left, right, left
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Left, left