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Ashes of Yesterday - Folk/Protest

Ashes of Yesterday - History is repeating itself, it usually does. How anyone cannot see what is happening astounds me. Keep ignoring all the warning signs, keep believing all the lies. ‪@WeazleTunes‬ We built our homes on warning signs Carved in stone and soaked in time Pages burned but lessons stayed Still, we step where fires once raged Old voices whisper, “Haven’t you learned?” But the lies are loud and truth gets blurred They strip our rights with constant noise Crowds gather in fear, try to raise their voice They paint our cages in red and blue Say it’s safety, say it’s for you Lock the door, then sell the key Call it justice, call it “security” They show no mercy, our freedoms gone But history shows the path we're on Same lies dressed in newer clothes Same march, same drums, same roads We watch it fall, we bite our tongue Say “this can’t happen,” as it’s done We dig the grave with open eyes Then wonder why the future dies Truth gets drowned despite awful scenes People not remembering what freedom means If it doesn’t hurt us today We look away, we look away They tell us who to hate and fear Trade our rights for the corporate tier Everything they take for their greed Supports the power that they hungrily feed Don't think if it doesn’t knock on your door It's not your cause, not your war, When silence sounds like marching feet And there’s nothing left, there’s no retreat They show no mercy, our freedoms gone But history shows the path we're on Same lies dressed in newer clothes Same march, same drums, same roads We watch it fall, we bite our tongue Say “this can’t happen,” as it’s done We dig the grave with open eyes Then wonder why the future dies It never starts with chains and guns It starts with lies, with denying the truth They pretend they know what we need Till rights are myths and lies are creed They don’t need boots when we comply Don’t need force when we deny History is screaming back at us While we pretend, it's not happening to us Read the names, see the fears Same damn story, different years Our freedom fades in increments You won’t hear the moment it ends We swear we’re different, swear we’re free But history shows the path we're on Same lies dressed in different clothes Same march, same drums, same roads One day we’ll ask, “How’d this begin?” With blood on hands that never gave a damn We watched it burn, we said nothing Now the ashes call it “history” The past is knocking at the door We’ve heard that sound before We need to stand up, fight for today or all that's left are ashes of yesterday. Ashes of yesterday