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