Our ancestors were involved in generations of wars and its scars while forgetting the past.
I inherited what I´ve been fed. Thoughts and feelings have their way.
From the older to the young, on they play.
The same struck track makes memories fade conveniently away
Into the shade
Made of mental cloud hiding bloody blade.
Cowards in crowds hiding shame inside frame
Painting facts white all the same.
Every clone alone in mental grindstone.
Desperate clowns rushing after dosh as dreams drown.
Self chosen kings rule on high throne
Throwing up hidden mental drones while signing paper loans in Restaurants.
Also metal drones go flying along, killing,
Fat kings so strong. Chilling.
Who gives the orders?
Why don´t I fight for my right
To know truth of past fights
To cut out foul roots right where they sprout first
Without making the innocent being thirst?
Why accept the traditional lie? Why bearing souls so dry?