All the powers in their hands
With a doctrine to enslave
It’s 1996 now all the children must pay
Tied up, and gagged
Vanity displayed
Naked and helpless
It makes this hard to say
We never asked for guns or imperialism
I never aksed for war but your so eager to steal
From the voiceless people
To fill your empty house of lies
On the fucking hill
Lives are commodities, Didn’t you fucking know?
We can kill in the name of God while the saints come marching home
Don’t try to break the bubble that holds in the nationalism
Or youll be against the state with it’s cold gun to your head
We never asked for guns or imperialism
I never asked for war but your so eager to steal
From the voiceless people
To fill your empty house of lies
On the hill
Fill up your house of lies
Search for something to hold inside
Something to call your own
Something called LOVE
Fill up your house of lies
Search for something to hold inside
Something to call your own
Something called LOVE
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