We live in a promised land
Which, a long time ago,
Stopped being an oasis
All that's left of it are scars
And tattoos on the walls
In this desert without sand,
Injustice is action
With every day of greed
Arises a new sect
And of the lack of hope
Anyone who stays silent and accepts
If hoping is the issue,
Better days won't come
It's time for us
To pick the toys off the floor ourselves
The threat isn't more than this,
Only a nuclear attack
It's the politics of a destroyed land
Of a blessed species
It's the instinct of destruction,
Molding the world to its own image