The blood, it will not dry
Oh the blood it will not dry
So instead we are trained to just roll our eyes
This is not a call for guilt
This is just a request for respect
The blood may not be on our hands
But we sleep in their beds
Oh, we sleep in their beds
We are told not to live in the past
But some things must not be forgotten
We can outlast, but what’s done is cast
And privileges are ill-gotten
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