Words of a Chosen Few

Invasion of a nation
The result was the creation
Of the lie in which we live
Words of what has been
And how it was civil then
Whose eyes are opened in the end

Our past fades to a memory
As you try to erase what used to be
Filter the past
The truth can't last
All this a lie agreed upon by those who won
You built this nation
Innocent victims blood the foundation

For so long you've tried to say I'm wrong
Filter the past until their last word is gone
Filter our past
As it fades to a memory