There’s a gun pointing down at me Razor wire is all I see Nails and mines in the ground Metal fences all around These walls between nation states Build out of blood and hate Tells me where I cannot go I want to move but they scream no There’s no horizon And all the roads are blocked There’s no horizon The Borders are shut
Gates close in front of you Guard says you can’t get through Wrong papers in your hand Means you can’t leave this land If you want out; you got to pay If you can’t, then clear the way These gates open for the few Who’s got cash and that is not you
Lines drawn by tyrants’ hands Divide and split the lands Who are they to decide? Where to cut and to divide? Friends and families forced apart It was wrong from the very start This earth belongs to us all And walls will crumble and tyrants fall