Look at your young men fighting,
Look at your women crying,
Look at your young men dying,
The way they've always done before.
Look at the hate we're breeding,
Look at the fear we're feeding,
Look at the lives we're leading,
The way we've always done before.
My hands are tied,
The billions shift from side to side,
And the wars go on with brainwashed pride,
For the love of god and our human rights.
And all these things are swept aside,
By bloody hands time can't deny,
And are washed away by your genocide,
And history hides the lies of our civil war.
Did you wear a black armband,
When they shot the man,
Who said ‘peace could last forever?’
And in my first memories,
They shot Kennedy,
I went numb when I learned to see.
So I never fell for Viet Nam,
We got the wall in D.C. to remind us all,
That you can't trust freedom,
When it's not in your hands,
When everybody's fighting
For the promised land.
* * * * * * *
Look at the shoes your filling,
Look at the blood we're spilling,
Look at the world we're killing,
The way we've always done before.
Look in the doubt we've wallowed,
Look at the leaders we've followed,
Look at the lies we've swallowed,
And I don't want to hear no more.
My hands are tied,
For all I’ve seen has changed my mind,
But still the wars go on as the years go by,
With no love of God or human rights.
'Cause all these dreams are swept aside,
By bloody hands of the hypnotized,
Who carry the cross of homicide,
And history bears the scars of our civil war.
We practice selective annihilation of mayors and government officials, for example, to create a vacuum.
Then, we fill that vacuum.
As popular war advances, peace is closer.
* * * * * * *
