7 in the morning, death is in the air
Decibels from warheads, deafening my ears
Desecrated holy land, the devil's near
Devastated, questioning if Heaven's real
7 in the morning, tryna get to noon
Staring out my window, watching the platoon go

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The man on the Moon said it'd be over any day now
America will 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, 7 in the morning, going

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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
Primal greed, we always feel the need to have the upper hand
Murdering our brothers for the love of Uncle Sam
Marching like a soldier, waiting on commands going

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