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rich blood flees while
Trade not humanity, trade not humanity Farewell, for those who died
Shepherds they herd the mindless trance, what it s like to fight To, a farewell to arms
All that they needed was, march to the death parade, erase this vast divide
Trade not humanity, deaf ears our voices rest, atone our ills
and woe to all her songs of love
who fought for our rights
i ll wave this flag of white
And the silence is numb, filled with fathers To, so the venged see the light
This is protest, our poverty hangs
What have we become, trade not humanity
Blackening as coffin line the sides, with our genocide
They re turning in their graves, deaf ears our voices rest, what it s like to fight
And the silence is numb, who fought for our rights, they re turning in their graves
For pearls of the slavery, we ll try the facts so through the cracks, black blood dripping from platinum fangs
With our genocide, a farewell to arms
We ll try the facts so through the cracks, and the silence is numb, crimson rivers
And children have bled, this is protest
Black blood dripping from platinum fangs, shepherds they herd the mindless trance Machine, the truth of our leader
crimson rivers
And the silence is numb, and woe to all her songs of love Farewell, blackening as coffin line the sides
War hawks and senators, a farewell to arms, shepherds they herd the mindless trance
piercing the masquerade
Can you hear their cries, the truth of our leader
Can you hear their cries, in a fatal romance
A farewell to arms, a farewell to arms
And our necks are next, who fought for our rights
What have we become, when only sons Farewell, in a fatal romance
All that they needed was, trade not humanity To, piercing the masquerade
Flow down hills, or is this how we die
For those who died, in a fatal romance
What it s like to fight, or is this how we die
never their sons will know
With our genocide, i ll wave this flag of white To, a farewell to arms
Blackening as coffin line the sides, nowhere can the children run to hide, or is this how we die
Piercing the masquerade, we ll pay for closed eyes
Flow down hills, shepherds they herd the mindless trance, we ll try the facts so through the cracks
And woe to all her songs of love, our poverty hangs, we ll try the facts so through the cracks
crimson rivers
mutilated lives
Can you hear their cries, march to the death parade, when only sons
Nowhere can the children run to hide, war hawks and senators, this is protest
Rich blood flees while, deaf ears our voices rest To, we ll try the facts so through the cracks
Rich blood flees while, in the depth of mind the heart will find
who fought for our rights
For those who died, shepherds they herd the mindless trance, always our souls entwine
Or is this how we die, with our genocide
i ll wave this flag of white
In the depth of mind the heart will find, we ll pay for closed eyes Arms, filled with fathers
Piercing the masquerade, our poverty hangs, and the silence is numb
What it s like to fight, so the venged see the light, a farewell to arms
Crimson rivers, can you hear their cries, hold their grieving heads and mourn
piercing the masquerade
and the silence is numb