Choir of angels

On that September morning, all that we see,
a terrorist attack against our liberty.
Mournful morning gripped in tears as the media exploits and feeds our fears. Dig deep.
We see the contradictions, raising questions to this day unanswered.
They designed the silence of our dissent, create an enemy for us to hate instead.
Lies.
Now, there’s no where to hide.
The truth it will rise inside.
The people will see the deception that covers our eyes.
Is this the catalyst of our decline?
Do we allow the memories of those who died to live unjustified?
In their honor, let's break down this facade of lies.
Now, where loosing our rights as they infiltrate our lives.
A make-shift PATRIOT Act to dismantle the constitution.
No more blind acceptance. No more excuses.
No more human oppression. No more lies.
Now, there are those of us who take offense to those who question this. But, I ask:
"How can you stand by and swallow the cover-ups and lies that took thousands of lives?"
It's your right, in fact it's your duty to question the authority.
Fight for the truth. Fight for our rights. Fight
Fire in the sky.
Almost 3000 died on that mournful September morning.
All those who lied to cover up their plight betrayed us on September morning.
Sung: The rubble burning. Ashes drift up to the skies.
Changed all of our lives.
To this day, shrouded in lies Spoken: As the ashes cleared, we saw the images of a city in ruins.
Countless people displaced and broken.
And where hope once stood was now fear and hysteria.
Underneath all of the rubble, even after all these years, lies the pain of the truth, awaiting to be revealed.
Concealed by these, I dub:
Murderers. Betrayers.
Count the cost of your lust for power.
Liberty and justice means nothing at the cost of innocent blood.
As we watch our brothers die, our sisters die, to this day covered in lies.
In memory of those who died, lets tear down the lies.
From the ashes, the truth will rise.