That Sight



There is trouble in places
Where I've never been
A destruction of faces
I have never seen

And no one dares to get touched by that sight
And no one cares for the dying inside

We hope to get old
Without having to look at
The things we have made cold
There's nothing left to look at

And no one dares to get touched by the sound
Made by our heirs down on the ground

Your mother told you:
‘Keep your ear to the ground’
Your father taught you
How to waste, and how to starve your soul

If no one dares to get touched by that sight
We might as well lay down our lives
Yeah, if no one dares to get touched by that sight
We might as well lay down
Our lives
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