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letra de save the children - yuri gal

[verse 1]
check the clock, exit, and the pulse in your neck
we’re numbers on a ledger, a bounced-back check
mr. senator is smiling while he’s signing the bill
with a pocket full of copper and a license to k!ll
it’s not a tragedy, it’s a business, get it right
a collateral damage in the middle of the night
you like the freedom? well, it feels like lead
hard to hear the anthem hiding under beds

[pre-chorus]
keep your prayers, keep the salt in your eyеs
seen the receipts, wе know the cost of the lies
you’re praying to a god that you don’t even know
you’re reaping the blood from the seeds you sow
the room is getting louder, do the sirens hiss?
was the payout worth a slaughter like this?

[chorus]
save the children? nah, you’d rather save the fund
you’d rather save the metal, the barrel of the gun
we’re screaming in the lobby, the doors are glass
you’re watching us expire from your first class
only god knows why you sleep so sound
with a generation buried in the hard ground
it’s a blood-red market, it’s a rigged-up game
and only god knows how you’re not ashamed
[verse 2]
“you’re so resilient,” yeah, that’s what they say
as if we had a choice to live any other way
gave us shooter drills, no playground swings
still wonder why we’re bitter at the order of things
numb it out with a pill, numb it out with a screen
the most expensive horror movie you’ve ever seen
you’re selling us a future that’s already been sold
to the highest bidder, fifty-one years old

[pre-chorus]
double-tap the trauma, scroll past the grief
while you’re debating “rights” like a high-end thief
you’ve got a press release for the kids we lose
just a ten-second clip on the six o’clock news
the ink on your check is still wet and it’s red
how do you even tally riches on the dead?

[chorus]
save the children? nah, you’d rather save the fund
you’d rather save the metal, the barrel of the gun
we’re screaming in the lobby, the doors are glass
you’re watching us expire from your first class
only god knows why you sleep so sound
with a generation buried in the hard ground
it’s a blood-red market, it’s a rigged-up game
and only god knows how you’re not ashamed
[bridge]
is it the lobby? is it the pride?
is it the ego? is it the side?
tell me the price of a ten-year-old’s life
is it worth the campaign? is it worth the strife?
you shake the reaper’s hand in tailored suits
we’re down here screaming, picking up the fruit
the bitter fruit, the rotten core
how many more? how many more?

[outro]
only god knows, only god knows
keep the change, keep the blood money
we’re not the future, we’re the warning
are you listening yet?
or are you just waiting for the next one?

- yuri gal

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