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Joseph was a child of light

He never disappeared

Standing up on dim lit stages

Shielded by his tears

Though he was not a lonesome one

His loneliest surprise

Was trapped in unseen reservoirs

Whose borders were his eyes

Lylah never quite broke in

Never got too used to life

Standing up on podiums

Her words cut like a knife

But when confronted with her skin

Irrelevant, she'd say

If only I'd been born a bird

I'd fly them all away

I got a problem with right or wrong

‘Cause it changes all the time

The weakest ones are acting strong

So people gotta die

Lula Belle was walkin' home

Beneath the crimson sky

A cool dry wind began to blow

She could feel it in her eyes

She came to get some fresh supplies

From an undercover cop

A box with biohazard signs

Is where she makes the drop

I got a problem with right or wrong

‘Cause it changes all the time

The weakest ones are acting strong

So people gotta die

Franklin was a camera man

A teleprompter scribe

Every night he tamed his hand

Just to give it one more try

He never had to write the lies

He just had to spell them right

Said if people knew what I do

They'd be in the streets tonight

I got a problem with right or wrong

‘Cause it changes all the time

The weakest ones are acting strong

So people gotta die

I got a problem with right or wrong

‘Cause it changes all the time

The weakest ones are acting strong

So people gotta die

People gotta die