4: the System

Splintered floors are under bloody feet.

Oh, the places that we've been,

how they're draggin us down!

Dirt, soot, and rubbles on the street--

the bombs are done, but we're not free;

oh we look to a vacant crown.

But the stars in the sky how they shine

and bring light to the world.

Not a single soul will cry tonight

as demcocracy unfurls.