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I'm ripping these hands off my mouth Cause it's leaking out Bottled guilt that I cannot contain For not speaking out, not reaching out To those a world away Comfortable as it seems I still shake How many more times will we say "Never Again"? They're dying for the day that you will understand It's time - to draw the line Wounds like this won't heal with time Think about the flags we've waved The "changes" made We can't begin to feel their pain If we can't call it by it's name It's genocide, fucking genocide What will is take to realize Blame's staring us right in the face How many more times will we say "Never Again"? They're dying for the day that you will understand It's time - to draw the line Wounds like this won't heal with time If I could just reach out my hand My soul will last So I'm speaking out at last But time moves fast It's not a question of can (or cannot) It's just about time. It's just about time.