Lack

God has no favourties and blood is spilled on holy hands. Parents lose their children, yet fail to understand why theyre denounced as terrorists when they fall by a terrorist hand. Theyre dying again and I think I see nods of approval......and history repeats itself when we, the sons and daughers, havent learned a thing from the logic of the death camps. Victim becomes the oppressor. Cant forget, so we repeat. Now there is a boy with a bomb under his shirt, where once just a stone and a sling. But theres a thousand rifles and a million thirsty bullets. Theyre dying again and I think I see nods of approval......and history repeats itself when the fuckers in power stay clear of the blood that taints their every want to remove the Unwanted. Cant forget, so we repeat. If its sleep that you want, then sleep tight. Sweet dreams. Meanwhile the peace that they know is not the peace that we know. Its just silce 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, lets gran them our hell. And by this were dying again and again and again. Again.
[ Ritornello Lyrics ]