Can you hear their cries? Nowhere can the children run to hide Crimson rivers
Flow down the hills Atone our ills And woe to all her songs of love
A farewell to arms Mutilated lives Blackening as coffin line the sides Filled with fathers
Who has won? When only sons Hold their grieving heads and mourn
A farewell to arms
Always our souls entwine Erase this vast divide Deaf ears our voices rest Tyrant, this is protest
Who has won? Yes, who has won?
I’ll wave this flag of white So the venged see the light We’ll pay for closed eyes With our genocide
Piercing the masquerade March to the death parade Trade no humanity For pearls of the slavery
In the depth of mind the heart will I find The truth of our leader We’ll try the facts so through the cracks May fall the lying cheater
Who has won when we’re all dead?
I’ll wave this flag of white So the venged see the light We’ll pay for closed eyes With our genocide
So is this how we live? Or is this how we die?
Black blood dripping from platinum fangs Rich blood flees while Our poverty hangs
Shepherds they herd the mindless trance As the flock follows the puppet’s dance In a fatal romance
All that they needed was A pretext, war’s next Heads to the chopping blocks And our necks are next For those we died Who fought for our rights Whose children now slaves They’re turning in their graves
War hawks and senators They sit tight, so trite Never their sons will know What it’s like to fight But soldiers are dead And children have bled And the silence is numb What have we become?