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Borrowed Tomorrow
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Song about how open borders and illegal immigration will destroy any future young people in America will have any financial security.
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I write in many different styles. I don't care for "Genre" tags, I care if the music sounds good. Are the lyrics good? Check out the different albums here because each of them (25) have their own style. If your like me your music tastes are all over the map. We all just want good music. You will find good music here.
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Rock • Rock General
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January 02, 2026
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MP3 6.8 MB • 193 kbps • 4:45
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Verse 1 They sell you mercy with a smiling face Tell you borders are a moral disgrace But no one talks about the bill that’s due Or who’s left standing when the well runs through They trade tomorrow for applause tonight Burn the house down to look like light Verse 2 Paper promises, hollow care Numbers don’t lie but they don’t compare Shelter, food, and medicine bleed From a future no one taught you to read They say “Don’t worry, someone will pay But you’re the someone they don’t name Chorus This is robbery dressed as grace Hands in your pocket, smile on their face They call it compassion, call you blind While they spend the wealth of the unborn kind When your years are thin and the cupboard’s bare They’ll be goneyou’ll still be there [Solo Verse 3 Bad policy feeds the darkest use Chaos always finds an excuse No plan to build, no line to stand Just bodies moved like grains of sand The honest lose, the crooked thrive While kings collect to stay alive Verse 4 You trade your future for borrowed peace Buy the lie till the checks all cease No savings left, no ground to stand Just empty hands in an aging land The media hums its lullaby While your last years quietly die Chorus This is robbery dressed as grace Hands in your pocket, smile on their face They call it compassion, call you blind While they spend the wealth of the unborn kind When your years are thin and the cupboard’s bare They’ll be goneyou’ll still be there Outro Compassion that steals is a loaded gun A nation dying by a thousand “ones If truth survives, it won’t be kind You can’t mortgage tomorrow and call it divine.
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