Conscience

Oppression as they wash their hands

In their own incapacity

First we gave them our colours

But now we kick them back to a life of oppression

And just as easy as our state transforms

Lives into files they chase down the weak, 

Line them up and cut them down



It's their blood on your hands

History can't wash it away

Can you bear the conscience for their pain

And their suffering? 



It's ignorance as they wash their hands

In their own bliss

A government death-squad performs

Ethnic cleansing

And our state will gladly make the arrangements

Send the lambs back to slaughter

To a religious fascist genocide regime



It's their blood on your hands

History can't wash it away

Can you bear the conscience for their pain

And their suffering? 



Our silence sanctionizes genocide

Silence itself is a form of oppression! 



Feel their suffering and their pain...