Woorden: Strike Anywhere. Dead FM. How To Pray.

Which lie is the one
that will take me
and which war
Generations of wage slave data
family stories they said don't matter
when the last breath burns
in the throats of Bhopal
will I feel the blade
when they bury them all
Hiding from us
all this time
ghosts flickering
and out
of my mind

Dead End Streets
We walk by
No Retreat
Staring at the sun
Dead End Streets
the blast shadows
are waiting for an answer
all this time

I'll give them mine

If I could
walk in my grandfather's footsteps
while they glowed in the dark
on his way back from the yard
where the train was parked
I'd say
Don't turn your back
Don't you trust those bastards

I wish I could say this now

Don't Walk By
No retreat
Staring at the sun
Dead End Streets
the blast shadows
are waiting for an answer
All this time
I'll give them mine

Into our history?
Not even a letter
to fake a smile
to say 'I'm sorry'

Our trust in this system's dead

what will it take
to make you sorry?

Hiroshima started in Tennessee
Let it end with me
Let it end