Lyrics addressing historical injustices

For 250 years, you only asked a question.

You never answered to anyone.

But now I'm asking you.

250 years, you're expanding the map.

A puzzle, a war, yeah, you're setting a trap.

You call it a zion, a city upon a hill.

No free utopia, just blood that you spill.

You marched out the native to die in the cold.

To build up an empire of bodies and gold.

56 rich men signed the declaration in ink.

And pushed all the masses right over the brink.

Unlike a real freedom where votes carried through.

Your laws were just forced by an unelected few.

You split up the world into south and the north.

With arrogant lies that you keep bringing forth.

Be ashamed.

For the blood on the founding father's hand.

Be ashamed.

For the teeth in the mud across the land.

For fronting to the world like the chosen people.

While hiding your crimes in the golden steeple.

Be ashamed.

Oh, the rulers must be ashamed.

Be ashamed.

250 on the dash, attacking the ancient.

A 2,500 year nation, testing our patience.

You thought it was over, you thought you were...

The Awakening's here and the Reckoning's begun

Ignorance ain't free, nah, the bill's coming due

Look at Mount Rushmore, it don't belong to you

Stolen sacred Black Hills carved right in the stone

You work day and night just to pay for the throne

You laid down the bricks and you built the machine

Now the government runs you, controlling the screen

Two tangled triangles are steering the ship

The stars on your flag ain't got no grip

You think the Titanic will never go down

You think this grand empire will never, ever drown

You let the true Christ bleed, turned your back on the whole list

Stood with the ones who mock him, moving so slowly

No chains on your wrist but a blindfold on your eyes

Suppressing the justice to swallow the lies

Be ashamed!

For the 250 years that you sat in the quiet

Be ashamed!

When the truth on the street really called for a riot

For swallowing the lies cause the prophet was sweet

Now the karma of the silent is marching the street

For all that you knew but you stayed in the frame

Be ashamed!

Oh, the silent must be ashamed!

Be ashamed!

is done, be a saint, do not be neutral.