"Anti-Colonial" lyrics

Violence begets violence
And the whole world is blind
Reciting words
In the hopes of being heard
By the architect in the sky

A hope
A wish
That somehow we will finish this

Drink after drink
In the search for a solution
Quieting the storm
All of my thoughts are an intrusion

A hope
A wish that somehow we'll resist
A hope
A wish
That somehow we will finally finish this
We will finally finish this

Earth shaken, lives shattered
Give a motherfuck about whose life mattered
Bones broken
Air strike
There's no reason for these children to die tonight
Greed, hatred, neglect
Inshallah, in the next life, you pay your debt
A better tomorrow for you and me
Forever we will scream for those unseen

We are now past the dawn
And things are getting worse
Mass graves, instead of a hearse
Our sisters, our brothers
We are now past the dawn
And things are getting worse
Mass graves instead of a hearse
Our sisters, our brothers
Our sons and our daughters
Rest in peace to the martyrs