Cries of the Dead


Watch as they die in the hands of the doctor
That ain't the way it should be
Call it choice, call it freedom,
But it's life erased permanently

It's such a shame, and who's to blame
When indifference is the feeling we claim?
Can't you see the blood stains on our land?

It's time to end what we have started
Can't you see it in their eyes?

The dead cry out to you
Always calling your name
The dead cry out to you
Haunting you when you dream

Too many graves that used to be trash cans
Too much blood on our hands
Too many people swept away
By the conman's master plan

When the reaper takes them away,
Don't you fear what the Master will say?
Stand up and fight today!

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