Oudje...
The Bleeding, the Dying and the Innocent
The curtain falls, one of smoke
left behind, by bombs of ignorance,
none of them could be prevoked
so i've been told
They fight a war, that they shall not win
Cause weak is humankind, and strong are their sins
They fight a war, that should not be
But they're left behind by integrety
For drips of blood never seem to lie
For illusions are never found with those who die
From the life he's been living for ten years in Bagdad
Young Abdul never seemed to gain a lot
Living in poverty,
still he had his family
His brothers, his sister,his parents, his god
never left him behind
and so he was rich,
for a kid of his kind
Then came catastrophe, which took it all away
Driven by this hate, his old life could not stay
Thunder hit him, for more then one time
For mankind came, commited was this needless crime
bombs killed his brothers, simple sheepherders, they were
Bullets took his sister, not longer was life hers
His mother commited suicide, she could not take it anymore
and after his father was killed by a daisycutter
He was deadly sure
That never again, the innocent would mutter
Ask yourself, how many evil-minded men will get killed
Ask yourself, how much innocent blood will be spilled
Ask yourself, what's happening here
Ask yourself, why is it not this destructiveness, that I do fear
They fight a war, that they shall not win
Cause weak is humankind, and strong are their sins
They fight a war, that should not be
But they're left behind by integrety
For drips of blood never seem to lie
For illusions are never found with those who die
*Bridge*
Don't listen to my words
for I am just myself
A man with just a mission
Pariah, prophete, your collision
just call me a fool, an idiot
but you tell me, how does it fit?
this sanctimonious life that you are wearing
With emptyness is all you're declaring
They fight a war, that they shall not win
Cause weak is humankind, and strong are their sins
They fight a war, that should not be
But they're left behind by integrety
For drips of blood never seem to lie
For illusions are never found with those who die
For drips of blood never seem to lie
For illusions are never found with those who die
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