Heaven the soul that's severed From the place it belongs Caught up in the mindless Of the against the strong along the border Keep the peace, their law and
Why can't we see all a record of lies? It's their kind of strength, only defense An imaginary
Just a kid and his younger for the wire Had no in the telescopic sights Of the vigilante's fire But now he's buried on the the rivers are blood not water
Why can't we see it's all a of lies? It's their kind of truth, it can be proved imaginary lines
In times like concernin' Who decides which is burnin' fall for map readin' Just make sure you're still breathin'
the dreadful lines were drawn The children would dream of the And how they were after year they would dive to the bottom of the lagoon Hoping that the oysters come back
They everything Their homes, and meager possessions To search for the pearls, to sure were heavy enough to reach the bottom The children tied stones to their backs, many of died
of blood and broken bodies Rose to the surface of the And the cried, cried, cried, cried
Why can't we see it's all a of lies? It's their of strength, their only defense An line
Why can't we see it's all a of lies? It's kind of truth, it can only be proved imaginary lines
Why we see it's all a record of lies? their kind of strength, their only defense An line