Do you still think you're innocent? Blood trails leading to their face Telling barbarous stories but you refuse to hear For our wealth, they pay the price What do you think? How does it feel to be an object of consumption To suffer endless torture for so little benefit? Uour behaviour justifies the ethic holocaust The daily unseen slaughtery so far away from our eyes The cries so far away from our ears But there should be resistance The only way to walk Without drowning in the blood of million innocent creatures Difference between weak and strong must turn into harmony And respect for every living being and Mother Earth In this struggle, a single one is not useless A hand is a symbol of hope A million hands are weapons in the war for their peace All our imaginations and dreams are weapons We have to use them against the growing helplessness and fear Your eyes don't want to see what's going on around Swimming in the stream of blindness The certain way to drown This slaughter is a picture that is typical for our century Following generations will remember and they won't understand But they should also know about the people Who judged the slaughters of the innocent It's time to set the signs they can't ignore Slaughter of the innocent Who shares the pain? Mandatory slaughter Murder Torture Vain
Do you still think you're innocent? Blood trails leading to their face Telling barbarous stories but you refuse to hear For our wealth, they pay the price What do you think? How does it feel to be an object of consumption To suffer endless torture for so little benefit? Uour behaviour justifies the ethic holocaust The daily unseen slaughtery so far away from our eyes The cries so far away from our ears But there should be resistance The only way to walk Without drowning in the blood of million innocent creatures Difference between weak and strong must turn into harmony And respect for every living being and Mother Earth In this struggle, a single one is not useless A hand is a symbol of hope A million hands are weapons in the war for their peace All our imaginations and dreams are weapons We have to use them against the growing helplessness and fear Your eyes don't want to see what's going on around Swimming in the stream of blindness The certain way to drown This slaughter is a picture that is typical for our century Following generations will remember and they won't understand But they should also know about the people Who judged the slaughters of the innocent It's time to set the signs they can't ignore Slaughter of the innocent Who shares the pain? Mandatory slaughter Murder Torture Vain
