Wheels of tanks smashing their soil and What do they leave behind their noises? Only blood and crying faces How can they do This pure lamb's slaughter?
Kill all their fancies You're proud to be a god on earth Burn all their poor frail houses You're crowned with their blood Ruin all their fool dreams You don't dream you waste your life Bury all with your ego You write down our doom
Run with your arms Taking your sons What the hell are you waiting for? They are near Feel their foulness Leave your home and run away
Firing squads are shooting targets Did you hear their laugh Within these noises? Hear the voices of the lambs, they're forgetting their lives Into this slaughter
Kill all their fancies You're proud to be a god on earth Burn all their poor frail houses You're crowned with their blood Ruin all their fool dreams You don't dream you waste your life Bury all with your ego You write down our doom
Run with your arms Taking your sons What the hell are you waiting for? They are near Feel their foulness Leave your home and run away You'll run for yours Seeing the dead around you You'll run for me I'll be waiting for you
You don't seem to understand why you are here in this cold sand Why killing lives gives you such fun, and for your wealth you do it again
Run with your arms Taking your sons What the hell are you waiting for? They are near Feel their foulness Leave your home and run away You'll run for yours Seeing the dead around you You'll run for me I'll be waiting for you
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Kill all their fancies You're proud to be a god on earth Burn all their poor frail houses You're crowned with their blood Ruin all their fool dreams You don't dream you waste your life Bury all with your ego You write down our doom
Run with your arms Taking your sons What the hell are you waiting for? They are near Feel their foulness Leave your home and run away
Firing squads are shooting targets Did you hear their laugh Within these noises? Hear the voices of the lambs, they're forgetting their lives Into this slaughter
Kill all their fancies You're proud to be a god on earth Burn all their poor frail houses You're crowned with their blood Ruin all their fool dreams You don't dream you waste your life Bury all with your ego You write down our doom
Run with your arms Taking your sons What the hell are you waiting for? They are near Feel their foulness Leave your home and run away You'll run for yours Seeing the dead around you You'll run for me I'll be waiting for you
You don't seem to understand why you are here in this cold sand Why killing lives gives you such fun, and for your wealth you do it again
Run with your arms Taking your sons What the hell are you waiting for? They are near Feel their foulness Leave your home and run away You'll run for yours Seeing the dead around you You'll run for me I'll be waiting for you
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