Theatre of death Refuge for desperate Have a nerve You'll have to wait Don't run from a bullet With your name on it Sit silent.lie as low as you can Or be burned,with the endless hate of a man Sit silent,SILENT
Stop,in the name of the God How can you slaughter innocent? Till one hundred and seventy four From skies they'll look with contempt You.Achieved.Nothing Lying dead with a Henessy bottle
CHildren's eyes reflecting fear Thousand people in one room Sit tight in hamds of a mindless killer Another head in rifle's zoom
One hundred eighty six souls Will never reunite with parents Senses destroyed by drugs They can't hear screaming mothers
What was your aim? What for did you claim? Son have become an orphan. What have you done? You've saved noone. Your sins will never be forgotten.
Stop using holy words as a shield True conscience lies within