Exile

<br>While you were sleeping they waged a war<br>Didn`t tell you `till they came to your door<br>while you were sleeping they stole your freedom<br>made sure the odds werent even <br>There`s blood on the hands of time<br>a lie cheapens the vision<br>Did you read between the lines<br>or did they teach you not to question?<br>There`s blood on the hands of time<br>they`ve taken it all away<br>buried the past with lies<br>but the pain is still felt today <br><br>While you were sleeping they dug you a grave<br>gave you a # instead of a name<br>while you were sleeping they stole your dreams<br>beat you out of your beliefs <br><br>There`s blood on the hands of time<br>and in the pages of your books<br>blood paints the heavens<br>for all the lives that you took<br>there`s blood on the hands of time<br>I still hear the screams<br>these wounds havent healed<br>they`ve massacred my dreams <br><br>Exiled in the land of the free <br><br>While you were sleeping they took the words from your mouth<br>and bound your hands<br>so when you tried to reach out<br>noone would understand<br>while you were sleeping they glorified the past<br>tried to cover up their lies<br>We will never forget<br>there`s blood on the hands of time! <br><br>Exiled in the land of the free <br><br>It`s in the eyes of the homeless and the abused<br>like its in the way that I live with this truth...<br>an outcast in my land, in my home, and in my mind<br>guilty `till proven innocent and I`m still doing the time <br><br>my head is crowded with these screams<br>my mind is massacred by these images...<br>those who couldn`t keep up with the rest<br>weren`t worth the bullet<br>something I`ll never forget<br>not worth the bullet<br>I`m not gonna forget<br>not worth the bullet <br><br>There`s blood on the hands of time<br>we will not forget<br>our people marched in Exile<br>not worth the bullet <br><br>...there`s blood on the hands of time <br><br>Exiled in the land of the free