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Three shots in the back. The killer white, in blue, the young victim black

The fucking pig was acquitted, what kind of god could justify that?

And fifty dead in the mosques, a different way but to the same god they pray

The perpetrator was sick, white-power politicians pull the same trick

There’s too many tragedies to mourn, and when they pass, what am I supposed to do?



And where the fuck is god in these times? There is no law, they get away with these crimes

These awful things happen to those who deserve better and nobody cares

What am I supposed to do in these times? I know the problem, but a way I can’t find

Upset with myself for not knowing how to respond to these agonies

There’s too many tragedies to mourn, what can I do but shut myself in?



I’m not absolved, there’s too much hate

This toxin must evaporate

There’s too many tragedies to mourn, am I complicit? Am I selfish? What am I supposed to do?



Where the fuck is god while they pray? Fake benevolent groups profit from this day

Espousing kindness, turn their backs on all other plight and nobody knows

What am I supposed to do, think, or say? I have no answers; I stay out of the way

Beside myself for what seems like an eternity while I melt away

There’s too many tragedies to mourn, what can I do but shut myself in?



I’m not absolved, there’s too much hate

This toxin must evaporate

There’s too many tragedies to mourn, this world is filled with toxin



I’m not absolved, there’s too much hate

This toxin must evaporate

There’s too many tragedies to mourn, am I complicit? Am I selfish? What am I supposed to do?



Toxin; what am I supposed to do?