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Charts #343 today
Charts #59 in subgenre today
June 14, 2020
Broken windows, empty shops.
Broken hearts, seems like it never stops.
No food can get in, no one can get out.
Broken lives after the end of all the shouts.
[IN THE AFTERMATH OF THE CHAOS,
REVOLUTIONARIES CLAIM A GAIN.
BUT IN THE AFTERMATH OF THE CHAOS, THE POOR MAN FEELS THE PAIN.]
They Come into our neighborhoods, Tearing our world down. They say they want to make a change, but they just destroy the town. Black masks on all their faces, no responsibility. White skin in unfamiliar places, bringing anarchy.
[IN THE AFTERMATH...]
They use the poor for political gain.
Then they return to their mansions & condos in vain. They have no idea how we live, they pretend to love the workingman. But all they know is a caricature of worn shoes & dirty hands.