Are you ready for the D-day?
Fuck! Let me go...
Are you ready to fight?
You know what? Let me go...
Are you ready to be heroes?
Guess...I won't follow,
Fear for my bros'
And can't believe those
vindicators.
So you hope you can choose?
Don't think you little boys are gonna lose?
I'm your boss, the rebels commanding officer
Shut your mouth, take your guns, create the sinister
And admit... this is your last day on the planet
I'm a boy in the hell
of a country running dead
Guns and tears are my voice
Childhood, god forgotten
Innocence showered with blood
Holy shit man, realize I had no choice
Child mind, You speak I follow
a killa brother, I'm ten years old
but I know what means "honor"
The army's my star, it's fighting hard
killing for country, offering jobs like prison guard
But is this truth?
Is there someone making us...
...manipulated and screwed by another sucking jus...
..tice
Tell me what I miss... Tell me what I miss...
Death muse is watching me
I'm a boy in the hell
of a country running dead
Keepin' an eye on munitions
Childhood, god forgotten
Innocence showered with blood
Can't believe you never met such conditions
What's the fuck? Chief was right
This is so sinister
Explosions everywhere
It's bloody time to run away form this thunder
But I wonder... The children company seems alone...
Oh shit, where's the troop leader? Oh yeah I realize
They sent us to the frontline
Tanks, big weapons, adults, are just behind
and now they're looking at us... I understand
They lie... we die...
They lie... we die...
They lie... I die...
Three hundred thousand children, some being no more than eight years old,
are directly involved in civil wars. They are soldiers, forced to work,
to kill and to torture. While the number of such children seems to remain
stable, the number of countries using those boys'services increases every
year...
Fuck! Let me go...
Are you ready to fight?
You know what? Let me go...
Are you ready to be heroes?
Guess...I won't follow,
Fear for my bros'
And can't believe those
vindicators.
So you hope you can choose?
Don't think you little boys are gonna lose?
I'm your boss, the rebels commanding officer
Shut your mouth, take your guns, create the sinister
And admit... this is your last day on the planet
I'm a boy in the hell
of a country running dead
Guns and tears are my voice
Childhood, god forgotten
Innocence showered with blood
Holy shit man, realize I had no choice
Child mind, You speak I follow
a killa brother, I'm ten years old
but I know what means "honor"
The army's my star, it's fighting hard
killing for country, offering jobs like prison guard
But is this truth?
Is there someone making us...
...manipulated and screwed by another sucking jus...
..tice
Tell me what I miss... Tell me what I miss...
Death muse is watching me
I'm a boy in the hell
of a country running dead
Keepin' an eye on munitions
Childhood, god forgotten
Innocence showered with blood
Can't believe you never met such conditions
What's the fuck? Chief was right
This is so sinister
Explosions everywhere
It's bloody time to run away form this thunder
But I wonder... The children company seems alone...
Oh shit, where's the troop leader? Oh yeah I realize
They sent us to the frontline
Tanks, big weapons, adults, are just behind
and now they're looking at us... I understand
They lie... we die...
They lie... we die...
They lie... I die...
Three hundred thousand children, some being no more than eight years old,
are directly involved in civil wars. They are soldiers, forced to work,
to kill and to torture. While the number of such children seems to remain
stable, the number of countries using those boys'services increases every
year...
inviata da J - 7/1/2011 - 23:28
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