A violent disorder stakes claims of its righteousness over the border
It feeds on those who eat up the bones of its casualties
The momentum of each daily cycle of «You're not me»
You’re not me
You’re not me
A burn for a burn is as useless as apathy
We must make choice in action no matter the fraction we stand for
Gutting its name and denouncing its claims of «You're not me»
You’re not me
You’re not me
It’s in your mind
Travel through time
It’s in your face
Forgotten place
It’s in your hands
Forgotten lands
I’m twisting and turning
I’m burning my insides
I’m breaking on fire
«Woe!» she cries
No more
For you
And I’m twisting and turning
I’m burning my insides
I’m breaking on fire
«Woe!» she cries
No more
For you
Eyes, watching in the dark
Like a song done well
Or a spell gone awry
All the books were burned
With any insight
On how to fix the wrongs back to right
Got to gather all together all of us are running, scattered, and we’re pointing
out that
You’re not me
Holding off your future dreams, you’d rather scream in fear that the not-me
party is marching on and on
On and on
On and on
On and on
Salt of the earth
And it’s the only one
Time
Here
Now
Every day for many long years people died
Iraqis lacking food and in health supplies
Sanctioned by the brother
With no compassion for the other
With one outstretched hand
The other rapes the land
In the name of democracy
Flag of hypocrisy
War is second nature
Here we’re quick to turn in our neighbor
The young have war in their eyes
And, o, this mighty nation cries!
«You Witch!»
«Communist!»
«He's a terrorist!»