[Verse 1: Joe Horton:]
Tryna conquer the world with concrete boots on
I'm gonna die with my eyes open
Lies hoping to hide from hate tested by time
My fates vested in my, understanding
Hence lays mental state
That has made escape through the fields of eight generations
In their nations in a place, very different
From past conditions
Wishing I could blink my eyes three times and be there
There's no place like it
Now, 2006 brings a mix of timeless stupidity
Going back just to find the kid in me
Epiphanies will answer the riddles
These dirty ba*tards left instead
Fast determination in the face of being wrong
Will mean the world is gonna die with its boots on
And eyes wide open
And eyes wide open
[Chorus: Joe Horton:]
These paper dolls stand strong
When their world falls down
Cause all they got is paper
To fall back on
And they say these paper dolls
They all stand strong
Cause all they got is paper
All they got it paper
Now
[Verse 2: Joe Horton:]
Tryna conquer the world with concrete boots on
I'm not dying with a pistol by my side
Living in worlds bought or sold with invisible goals
I see you fighting but for what you owed
Now all you got is forty acres and a government tool chest
It's training day f**er and you gotta be ruthless
The rules don't apply
You've been given a new set
It's everyday except it ain't made the news yet
So who's that creeping with their eye to the waist side
The water's steady rising till' it's sittin' by waist-high
The only way they save you if you livin' in bay side
So here little soldier be brave
Just take my hand
Cross the river and I'll promise I'll save you
I'll keep your mother safe from that devil
You came through with your head held high
It's okay to cry baby boy
At least you died with your eyes open wide
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