200 Years Lyrics

For the events of war bring the tragic losses of lives
The prideful acts of murder, among men
Let this be the death of our era
From this bowels of humanity
Does murder prove right?
Below the skies, that are lit at night
Hail the gun of the warmachine
2,000 years of destroying life
What does that mean?
200 years of tyranny
What does that mean?
A fraud of a country
Weak in respect, we thrive on neglect
For those who surround us
The third world means nothing
Poverty and disease
Quarantined to never plague the white lives
This is the cost of murder