Dry Blood
(André França / Ricardo Gomes / M. Lima)
Centuries of dry blood we´ve been sweeping
Can´t believe all this hate we are breeding
Swords n´bombs, no matter how you slash them
We always terminate and then we cry
Our faith in brotherhood we lost inside wars
And left all behind
Fight
Till
Die
That´s the prophecy
Feeding human´s pride: Destroy
"Killl thy enemies"
Can´t you figure out?
You are as mortal and weak as they are
Kneel as stare at the ground
You´re not a king to win a crown
Tell me why we´ve crawling into madness
Are we here just to spread all this sadness?
Mysery, pain, despair, fear and pressure
Figure out: You´re in wrong directions
Find
A way that´ll bring you more than I am waiting
Your blood on the floor
Overpowered minds surrounded by empty and blind sudits
Increase men´s desire to become gods
Disguised promises of evolution, freedom and justice
Have pushed human against human
They always pray
However
Preparing each others´ graves
Walking in silence through the graves of my dead young foes
It seems that nothing has really changed at all
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