Plunge my fist into the stone
Pounding till the knuckles bleed
The coloured sand on which I stand
Whispering about the loss

Blood upon my hands and feet
Pain within my heart and mind
Raging anger in my veins
Why could it not be me

Plunge my fists into the stone
And everytime we meet
The bloodred sand on which I stand
Screams it's all in vein

With all the strength I have
I break my every bone
My fists clench with those mighty stones
A no win war has commenced

Where has it taken you
Where will it bring me
Where is it we are now
Where do I find my peace

A funeral in fire
A lesson told in tongues
Rise my friend

Trust the truth
Walk away and feel the words
Marionettes of the poverty line

With strings wound around your will
Marionettes of the poverty line

Without sense just stumble forth
Without vision we are blind
Without words we're just mimes
Without lives we are the dead

Erosion of our deepest memories
As the water runs you by
Pain decays like flesh
All that's left is rot and stench

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