When I look at the carnage we make When I look at the wealth and means that we take I don't know how I can support a flag that justifies wiping cultures off the map
Sand and death Why does everyone have opinions but no one wants to go fight
An endless storm The butchers swarm We suffocate through force in uniforms
Death falls from above Machines blowing up Directed from a thousand miles to decimate
Myopic threats without the knowledge that these are real people Posture for voters in spite of experience Your ignorance is lethal
Your life of luxury came through a killing spree A slaughtered population Displacement's ruination
Sand and death- all the blood that drops is on your hands Sand and death- every person has blood on their handsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
