Today's starvation for tomorrow's warfare
The dawn of a new age gives hope to the people
They're being lied to by their messiah
Who got elected when he drew the sword from the stone
But cast it between men
Let the peasants starve with their exceptions
Let them know nothing about the war that is certain to come
The blood of my ancestor's victims
Runs through me
It's turned against the investigators
Of tomorrow's warfare
New man-of-war, combat aircrafs and anti-person mines
Armament's a foul bread for the poor that does not satisfy
If there's a saviour to come
He must turn weapons to bread
This is what keeps the people
In an unbearable state
It's the bar that blocks the door from
Personal Hell to freedom
Stop it
Pay back what you have stolen
Give it back to the man on the streets
Our resources must serves better purposes
Than developing a death machinery
The blood of my ancestor's victims
Runs Through me
It's turned against the investigators
Of tomorrow's bloodshed
