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There's Palestine in ruins
How many times have they killed you
With your kids buried underground
And the whole world just watching

Bombs fall like hunger
Borders are like locks
And the same ones who deny you
Are the ones who profit

In the Congo, there are broken bodies
That were never in the news
It's the mines that devour
Those who never get the spotlight

Technology demands blood
Power never lets go
And the silence of the rich
Is just fine

Who’s killing them?
Because we’re living flesh
Blood, bone, skin, and wounds
Because some are worth so much

And others don’t even count as life
Oh, don’t cover up the blood
Don’t bury the numbers anymore
The dead in this world

Don’t fit in the showcases
At the northern border
Those crossing are trembling
Because they hit first

No questions, no apologies
If you don’t sound like them
You’re a risk, you’re trash
And your life is worth little

If your skin doesn’t suit them
And the women of the world
The ones everyone held up
Today they’re killed without remorse

While everyone looked away
Our dead fill the headlines
Our bodies are a shooting range
And in the papers, it sums up

Another dead at noon
Because we’re living flesh
Blood, bone, skin, and wounds
Because some are worth so much

When they’re born in another corner
Oh, don’t cover up the blood
Don’t bury the numbers anymore
Because the earth is crying

And death is still active
Greed has names
It’s 10 hands that decide
Those who sell territory

Those who buy our lives
While dancing on gold
On lands that are breaking
We’re thousands who fall

So the rich can keep growing
But the people won’t give up
Even if the rich don’t understand
Because shared pain

Is pain that explodes
And if one day we wake up
Without borders or greed
The planet will be human

And death less cold
Oh, raise your voice high
Let rage be the guide
Because silence is the currency

With which power rules
Oh, let injustice tremble
Let the energy awaken
Because if the world doesn’t wake up

The agony repeats.