THEY’RE SINNERS! WE’RE SINNERS!
Years of piled up pain, decades of covert hatred
Pages after pages of documented hostile peace treaties
Passed on from leaders to lesser, hearts to history books
From father to child, the flame of unrest burning
Burning up the last vestiges of calm, growing
Growing far bigger than the dreams of grandeur of
A young, adolescent girl. The melodies of armistice
Turning into cacophonies of hate, and hate,
Hate is just like a chainsaw awaiting its handler
To wield its ferocity through vast forest of humanity
Obliterating even the unsuspecting
The Blames, the Blight, the Strife, the Strikes
Soaking up the hearts, diluting the soul into
'Nanonites of insubstantiality'. The body turn apart
Dragged down into turbulent murderous tsunami of treachery
Unwilling to change, unprepared to forgive
Resting their tush on all the wrongs of yesterday
Failing to grow, failing to develop, failing to provide
A basic atmosphere of serenity for which the
Children of earth could flourish from
After having worked for freedom, fought for freedom
Bled for freedom, the chains released are now
Replaced with shackles of hate, ropes of discord and
Webs of racism, where then is the freedom we
Fought so valiantly for?
No gain will come from this full circle
I tell you my friend.
Pages after pages of documented hostile peace treaties
Passed on from leaders to lesser, hearts to history books
From father to child, the flame of unrest burning
Burning up the last vestiges of calm, growing
Growing far bigger than the dreams of grandeur of
A young, adolescent girl. The melodies of armistice
Turning into cacophonies of hate, and hate,
Hate is just like a chainsaw awaiting its handler
To wield its ferocity through vast forest of humanity
Obliterating even the unsuspecting
The Blames, the Blight, the Strife, the Strikes
Soaking up the hearts, diluting the soul into
'Nanonites of insubstantiality'. The body turn apart
Dragged down into turbulent murderous tsunami of treachery
Unwilling to change, unprepared to forgive
Resting their tush on all the wrongs of yesterday
Failing to grow, failing to develop, failing to provide
A basic atmosphere of serenity for which the
Children of earth could flourish from
After having worked for freedom, fought for freedom
Bled for freedom, the chains released are now
Replaced with shackles of hate, ropes of discord and
Webs of racism, where then is the freedom we
Fought so valiantly for?
No gain will come from this full circle
I tell you my friend.
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