Your hand holds my hand and your look relieves my pain, oh brother Where's the might?Our faith fades away as our lives As our feet rooted to the ground chain our moves We see from here that they come and leave and they come and leave....
I know you're strangled now cause of the blood from your lungs But mother's no longer here to pay our medicine Probably one day we'll be working for them, Killing our brothers will just be a daily routine
Our fate is controlled by machines Machines that create lab-made death Deseases that allow them to reduce us to dust, erase the threat Of a new world having its say...
