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The innocence of a country,
Who haven't got a clue,
Mutely observe,
As they are slowly being erased.
A dictator represents them,
They have no control,
They are scared...
Just like me.
Leaving this Earth
Scared and bemused,
They still have no idea
Why they died, why they fought, why they lived.
The days of democracy have gone.
What happened to justice?
What happened to freedom?
The surviving will dread
the remainder of their lives.
In death we shall be reunited…
Whatever was the fighting for?
Oil? Dignity? Pride?
Nobody knows. Nobody...
Piecing together remains of a shack
you try to cover yourself
Hiding. Scared. Excited.
When finally,
You hear something in the heavens
You anticipate, yet you dread...
Another one joins, reunited with dear ones
In this place, there is justice
There is stability
There is no fighting, no war
Nothing
You recognise this place
As if you had experienced it before
You speculate...
There are no weapons in this place
There is no poverty. No fighting. No problems.
You remember this place from a dream you once had.
In death, you live another life, a life without warfare
Just like, millions of years ago in your previous world.
You know what can happen,
You fear for the future...
At least, you know
This time you could make a difference…
Juntado en muerte
Who haven't got a clue,
Mutely observe,
As they are slowly being erased.
A dictator represents them,
They have no control,
They are scared...
Just like me.
Leaving this Earth
Scared and bemused,
They still have no idea
Why they died, why they fought, why they lived.
The days of democracy have gone.
What happened to justice?
What happened to freedom?
The surviving will dread
the remainder of their lives.
In death we shall be reunited…
Whatever was the fighting for?
Oil? Dignity? Pride?
Nobody knows. Nobody...
Piecing together remains of a shack
you try to cover yourself
Hiding. Scared. Excited.
When finally,
You hear something in the heavens
You anticipate, yet you dread...
Another one joins, reunited with dear ones
In this place, there is justice
There is stability
There is no fighting, no war
Nothing
You recognise this place
As if you had experienced it before
You speculate...
There are no weapons in this place
There is no poverty. No fighting. No problems.
You remember this place from a dream you once had.
In death, you live another life, a life without warfare
Just like, millions of years ago in your previous world.
You know what can happen,
You fear for the future...
At least, you know
This time you could make a difference…
Juntado en muerte
Very good!, i bow down
The innocence of a country,
Who haven't got a clue,
Mutely observe,
As they are slowly being erased.
A dictator represents them,
They have no control,
They are scared...
Just like me.
Leaving this Earth
Scared and bemused,
They still have no idea
Why they died, why they fought, why they lived.
The days of democracy have gone.
What happened to justice?
What happened to freedom?
The surviving will dread
the remainder of their lives.
In death we shall be reunited…
Whatever was the fighting for?
Oil? Dignity? Pride?
Nobody knows. Nobody...
Piecing together remains of a shack
you try to cover yourself
Hiding. Scared. Excited.
When finally,
You hear something in the heavens
You anticipate, yet you dread...
Another one joins, reunited with dear ones
In this place, there is justice
There is stability
There is no fighting, no war
Nothing
You recognise this place
As if you had experienced it before
You speculate...
There are no weapons in this place
There is no poverty. No fighting. No problems.
You remember this place from a dream you once had.
In death, you live another life, a life without warfare
Just like, millions of years ago in your previous world.
You know what can happen,
You fear for the future...
At least, you know
This time you could make a difference…
Juntado en muerte
Who haven't got a clue,
Mutely observe,
As they are slowly being erased.
A dictator represents them,
They have no control,
They are scared...
Just like me.
Leaving this Earth
Scared and bemused,
They still have no idea
Why they died, why they fought, why they lived.
The days of democracy have gone.
What happened to justice?
What happened to freedom?
The surviving will dread
the remainder of their lives.
In death we shall be reunited…
Whatever was the fighting for?
Oil? Dignity? Pride?
Nobody knows. Nobody...
Piecing together remains of a shack
you try to cover yourself
Hiding. Scared. Excited.
When finally,
You hear something in the heavens
You anticipate, yet you dread...
Another one joins, reunited with dear ones
In this place, there is justice
There is stability
There is no fighting, no war
Nothing
You recognise this place
As if you had experienced it before
You speculate...
There are no weapons in this place
There is no poverty. No fighting. No problems.
You remember this place from a dream you once had.
In death, you live another life, a life without warfare
Just like, millions of years ago in your previous world.
You know what can happen,
You fear for the future...
At least, you know
This time you could make a difference…
Juntado en muerte