God has no favourties
And blood is spilled on holy hands
Parents lose their children
And yet fail to understand
Why they're denounced as terrorists
When they fall by a terrorist hand
They're dying again
And I think I see nods of approval
And history repeats itself
When the sons and daughers haven't learned a thing
From the logic of the d**h camps
Victim becomes the oppressor
Can't forget, so we repeat
Now there's a boy with a bomb under his shirt
Where once just a stone and a sling
But there's a thousand rifles
And a million thirsty bullets
They're dying again
And I think I see nods of approval
And history repeats itself
When the f**ers in power stay clear of the blood
that taints their every want
To remove the Unwanted
Can't forget, so we repeat
If it's sleep that you want
then sleep tight
Sweet dreams
Meanwhile the peace that they know
Is not the peace that we know
It's just the silence before yet another storm
And a red sun rises
Listen! In the dawn of the wretched
The lonely sound of a promise:
If they deny us our live, let's grant them our hell
And by this we're dying again and again
And again
And again
And again
Again