Torn Pages Lyrics

Torn pages from a dead girls diary,
He had a dream, I have a dream, so why are we
Still caught up, still afraid of ourselves?
A melting pot, steaming hot in a living hell

Just another anti-racist song,
It's been 200 years, and still we can't get along.
But I guess that's how it is in this star spangled hell.
Take a page from your own book.
Tear it up.