God has no favourites and blood is spilled today on holy lands. Parents lose their children, yet fail to understand why they're denounced as terrorists when they fall by a terrorist hand. They're dying again and I thik I saw nods of approval. ...and history repeats itself when we, the sons and daughters, haven't learned a thing from the logic of the death camps. Victim becomes the oppressor. Can't forget, so we repeat. Now there is a boy with a bomb under his shirt, where once was just a stone and a sling. But there?s a thousand rifles and a million thirsty bullets. They're dying again and I think I see nods of approval. ...and history repeats itself when the f****** in power stay clear of the blood that taints their every want to remove the Unwanted. Can't forget, so we repeat.
If it?s sleep that you want, then sleep tight. Sweet dreams. Meanwhile the peace that we know is not the peace that they know. It's just silence before yet another storm. And a red sun rises. Listen! In the dawn of the wretched, the lonely sound of a promise: 'if they deny us our live, let's grant them our hell' By this we?re all dying again and again and again. Again.
If it?s sleep that you want, then sleep tight. Sweet dreams. Meanwhile the peace that we know is not the peace that they know. It's just silence before yet another storm. And a red sun rises. Listen! In the dawn of the wretched, the lonely sound of a promise: 'if they deny us our live, let's grant them our hell' By this we?re all dying again and again and again. Again.