Asymmetrical

I said the answers are written on my throat
 And when the radiation and rubber bullets have killed
 Any symptom of the sickness I call hope
 (There has to be a better way)
 We gave it all away, we gave it all
 Another breath, another patient
 Another book to sink us all
 To sink us all
 We're made of broken people
 Locked up in our own thoughts
 We, we came up
 Empty handed, week after week
 We, we came up
 Empty handed, week after week
 How can this stress even carve out
 When death hangs his head to our bones
 A true sense of doubt
 Inside of our ribcage where leaders protect bank accounts
 Traces of a new republic
 Traces of a new republic by my own hands
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 We are all shells of a mountain
 But we're not ready
 We are all shells of a mountain
 But we're not ready to be
 Asymmetrical
 So we walked past the stones
 Right beneath the reservation
 Just to find our descent on our own
 I said the answers are written on my throat
 But when the radiation and rubber bullets have killed
 Any symptom of the sickness I call hope
 And when we buried all the scraps and the parts
 I'll come to terms with what we have lost
 I admit, I admit, I admit it
 We are the parts that make up the cause
 She's so calm and so collected with the people she's selected
 She bows with perfect posture as she sees the world reflected
 With my fingers now connected to the spine with punctuation
 We drown the veins devoid to define emancipation
 The atmosphere's collapsing on the words of lost distinction
 The reason for harsh actions and the plot for our distraction
 What were we thinking of
 When we cast a vote just to hang our own selves?
 As we cringe and watch our leaders
 All the whispers drain from their eyes
 But it's all, it's all wrong
 When you drag us to the bottom
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 We won't be symmetrical
 We won't be symmetrical