History doesn’t lie, our race is weak After all we must stay on knees Entire world is made of our flaws We must feel there’s something above Politics is oppression The burden of our history Future’s grim
Out of control, our lust of war Will lead us straight to the dead end The vision of pain is real again The new dark age will be our fate ‘cos
Politics is oppression The burden of our history, see that Religion is oppression Our world never will be free Future is grim
Look at this place, born of hate We do nothing, only sway If nothing changes our place will burn Are we sure there’s something above?