Minds full of prophetical voices One more martyr to the cause Helplessly they throw bodies to the fire Extreme is this nations impasse
Confronted by pure self preservation These maggots of the desert have to die They have to swear never to restore their faith And bleed out before we ever negotiate
Entering the word as a mindless shell To be the victim of holy persuasion we thought Only to see value in truth And disregard any and all imagination
Nomadic and detached from the world Simple people with simple intentions Peasants and surplus to life itself A curse to be lifted by means of torture
He is a free man as much as we let him be He is a subject to the will of wars You cannot instill a sense of reality To a man whose reality belongs to the next
We've built walls of human flesh We've turned our skin to lifeless dust And we've left our skies like burning red flame And seen death on a scale of near apocalypse We've left the sky burning like red flame
We are not to see ourselves as any different As much as we mean it there is bloodlust You've been swept away in twisted worlds And felt the need for the blunt instrument
It is the gift of the politician in state To create mistakes, to see all people accountable It has been the way of things since the advent of war To tally your people, to confuse and distortTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
