Carved out from wombs that our fathers beset
As giants we sleep, where hopelessness ends
An UN statistics, we're counted and fed
Children of war, hunger, and filth
Dragged through the dust in our misery
Where you won't be seen alive...
In diamond mines, in textile looms
As cocaine mules, and prostitutes... we don't exist
They take us young, borders be damned
From Bangkok to Juarez, on Sahara sands
Nameless and dead, on frontiers forlorn
We hate, loath, and curse the day we were born
On and on, we're taken
More lives, forsaken
Fuck you, you maggot, harvester of human traffic
So few, aware
So few, will care
Pray on, here after, where no God will ever answer
Flushed from the fields on the Malian steppe Carved out from wombs that our fathers beset As giants we sleep, where hopelessness ends An UN statistics, we're counted and fed Children of war, hunger, and filth Dragged through the dust in our misery Where you won't be seen alive... In diamond mines, in textile looms As cocaine mules, and prostitutes... we don't exist They take us young, borders be damned From Bangkok to Juarez, on Sahara sands Nameless and dead, on frontiers forlorn We hate, loath, and curse the day we were born On and on, we're taken More lives, forsaken Fuck you, you maggot, harvester of human traffic So few, aware So few, will care Pray on, here after, where no God will ever answer Explain Request ×
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