Occupied Tears
I forgot to bring you roses
When you hit the floor
You knew the poses
Asking for war
Have you forgot the wall?
I've foreseen it all
We've foreseen it all
Holocaust, you taste the great fear
How can you just occupy another child's tear?
Don't you all know?
Don't you all care?
Don't you all see how this isn't fair?
Are we all blind? Do we not see?
Do we not bleed?
The faint cries of lost limbs.
Mimes surrounded by mines.
Without warning signs of the great sacrifice.
Holocaust, you taste the great fear
How can you just occupy another child's tear?
Don't you all know?
Don't you all care?
Don't you all see how this isn't fair?
Are we all blind? Do we not see?
Do we not bend to misery?
Of course we all know
Of course we all care
Of course we all see how this isn't fair
We are not blind, yes, we do see
It's time to end this misery
It's time to go up to bed
No more sipping on our regret
Tuck the kids in without worry
No more running out in a hurry
No more bombs falling over head
No more sirens predicting death
Yes, it's good to state solution
No more glaring through oblivion
Asking for war
Have you forgot the wall?
I've foreseen it all
We've foreseen it all
Holocaust, you taste the great fear
How can you just occupy another child's tear?
Don't you all know?
Don't you all care?
Don't you all see how this isn't fair?
Are we all blind?
Do we not see?
Do we not bend to misery?
Of course we all know
Of course we all care
Of course we all see how this isn't fair
We are not blind, yes, we do see
It's time to end this misery
It's no mystery...
It's no mystery...
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