I am disheartened by brothers taking advantage of sisters
I am disheartened by sky-fathers who leave faith bruised and blistered
I bother not with taking risks for the sake of capital
When I blow you a kiss, you eviscerate me like an animal
Wake up
I bow not to kings who care only for frivolous things
And close their eyes to suffering and unsustainability
I'd rather not educate if my words are used to propagate system that's dead
So, tie my hands, and cut off my head
Wake up
No bees to sting, the kids in the choir won't sing
They're watching a bloodstained TV
We never stop running
A muscle car drives away from a baby who cries
Because it fights to stay alive
Who's gonna stop the constant running
Jake Walters - Propagate Lyrics
Jake Walters - Propagate Lyrics
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I am disheartened by brothers taking advantage of sisters
I am disheartened by sky-fathers who leave faith bruised and blistered
I bother not with taking risks for the sake of capital
When I blow you a kiss, you eviscerate me like an animal
Wake up
I bow not to kings who care only for frivolous things
And close their eyes to suffering and unsustainability
I'd rather not educate if my words are used to propagate system that's dead
So, tie my hands, and cut off my head
Wake up
No bees to sting, the kids in the choir won't sing
They're watching a bloodstained TV
We never stop running
A muscle car drives away from a baby who cries
Because it fights to stay alive
Who's gonna stop the constant running
I am disheartened by sky-fathers who leave faith bruised and blistered
I bother not with taking risks for the sake of capital
When I blow you a kiss, you eviscerate me like an animal
Wake up
I bow not to kings who care only for frivolous things
And close their eyes to suffering and unsustainability
I'd rather not educate if my words are used to propagate system that's dead
So, tie my hands, and cut off my head
Wake up
No bees to sting, the kids in the choir won't sing
They're watching a bloodstained TV
We never stop running
A muscle car drives away from a baby who cries
Because it fights to stay alive
Who's gonna stop the constant running
Writer: Jacob Walters
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