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He blacked out. She wrote a song. The panda had it coming. If you have a playlist ... please add this song. more

The rusted fences bleeding red, the poisoned earth is black Got a story in my bones the history books attack It’s a story of a blue light in a thick and heavy fog And a body pulled from water, heavy as a water log They told us that the sickness was a regional kind of thing The bitter fruit we harvested, the songs we had to sing They lied, they lied, they built a wall and said "it's only there" Now the storm we knew is breakin' and it's rainin' everywhere. The sirens ain't a warning now, they're just the daily news A classroom full of children payin' everybody's dues. This ain't no local horror story This ain't some local blight This is the American Condition In the harsh and blinding light The fever that we warned about Has finally come to pass The future is a shadow That the past has come to cast And the choir's singin' mournful From the steeple to the floor This ain't your neighbor's problem anymore. They gentrified the horror, y'all, they packaged up the pain Put a filter on the trauma, called it sunshine, called it rain But the shadow from the gallows looks a lot like a school door And the mob that came with torches just bought ammo at the store The extremism ain't a fringe, it's sitting on the bench It's writing all the laws and smiling with a patriot's stench The fear we had to breathe so thick it settled in our lungs Is now the common language rollin' off a million tongues. This ain't no local horror story This ain't some local blight This is the American Condition In the harsh and blinding light The fever that we warned about Has finally come to pass The future is a shadow That the past has come to cast And the choir's singin' mournful From the steeple to the floor This ain't your neighbor's problem anymore. They tested it on us, you see The poverty, the hate, the apathy They perfected the disease And now you're all believin' The same old lie We died for. This ain't no local horror story This ain't some local blight This is the American Condition In the harsh and blinding light The fever that we warned about Has finally come to pass The future is a shadow That the past has come to cast And the choir's singin' mournful From the steeple to the floor This ain't your neighbor's problem anymore.more