Bleed Under My Pen Lyrics - Singles - Raised Fist

So many questions lines up in my head 

Like many others I can't seem to understand 

Why they prefer some people to be dead 

This is something that haunts me every minute in my bed 

Sleepless nights, it's tearing up my mind I need to go ahead 

With the help of Christianity 

And a weak touch of insanity 

Not associated with democracy 

In this world of hypocrisy 

Temporary insane states followed in their trail 

This led to killings on an unimaginable scale 

With political speeches composed by and for elite men 

I wish that Barbie and Ken would bleed under my pen 

Time and again, over and over again, amen 

With the help of Christianity 

And a weak touch of insanity 

Not associated with democracy 

In this world of hypocrisy 

With the help of Christianity 

(My dream is dead, my dream is dead) 

And a weak touch of insanity 

(My dream is dead, my dream is dead) 

Not associated with democracy 

(My dream is dead, my dream is dead) 

In this world of hypocrisy 

(My dream is dead, my dream is dead) 

With the help of Christianity 

And a weak touch of insanity 

Not associated with democracy 

In this world of hypocrisy