Strung Out

Unclean

Strung Out


Centuries of wasted blood stain this war-torn land as our leaders look up to the sky 
and await their next command why - must we die! why must we die for their cause! 
terminations become the common way to cleanse the blood found unclean in the eyes of 
christ, in the eyes of war, in the grasp of a god unseen why must we die... the sky has 
turned a crimson red as the dead lie everywhere. There's christians, and there's catholics, then 
there's muslims and there's jews. fighting for the name of god, for the color of their hate 
when will we ever learn before it's too late? so tell me why we must die for their god? listen 
up! they try, they try to drag you in always will, try and try to pull you in, you must resists 
now! centuries of wasted blood stain this war-torn land again leaders look upon the sky, 
you finance your atrocities with lives of those you swore to protect in order to achieve 
strategic goals how can your princes justify this misery set upon the land? watch them 
change the course of your history