Black Cross Bitta's Walk
Controversy Malice painted
Fueled denial swollen threat
Faceless greeted by war
Sanctioned life in the face of wealth
Hatred stirs in hungry eyes
Distance turns blame
Damage done still we hold on to it
Empty speech antique song
A jump to war when a plan goes wrong
Violence, easier to face
Our way of life a price too high
Masses starve as we sit by
So engorged with flaccid will
Lies lies lies
Wake me up