Who asked us to be judge,
Jury and executioner?
Who gave us the power to know
What really counts and what really doesn't?
What's the real reason
That drives our actions?
I know it's impossible for envy
To have stained so many hands.
But it could happen,
Anything could happen.
History is repeating itself
Over and over
Like a hammer against the wall.
It's not important anymore who threw
The first stone.
But the ones that followed buried
My soul from head to toe.
At the threshold of a new era
That will make us all free.
I know that it's impossible for my freedom
To not be inconceivable.
But it could happen,
Anything could happen.
History is repeating itself
Over and over
Like a hammer against the wall.
But it could happen,
Anything could happen.
History is repeating itself
Over and over
Like a hammer against the wall.
Like a shooting someone in the back
Emptying the cartridge
Over and over
Like a hammer against the wall.