They call you an alien
Instead of a refugee
Another human scapegoat
Is really what they mean
You are the enemy
Without even trying
There is a war
With only one side dying
The land of prosperity
But only for me
We turn a blind eye
While you work until you bleed
When you come to "our" land
You really have some nerve
To expect us to pay you
What you deserve
You are complicit
Blood on your hands
credits
from Staged Suicide,
released June 16, 2020
Music & Lyrics by Found Dead
Engineered, Mixed & Mastered at The Atlantic Nightspot by Justin Seip, Rarefield Recordings
Album art by Brynna Bat Palmer
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