High above the sleeping city streets where we've all grown
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A silent evil Slithers through the dawn.
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Blissful in our ignorance - God how could we have known
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Today would be the day we learn to mourn?
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The Shades of old dictators rise,
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Impassive eyes - cold hearted.
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Watch their 'wunderkinder' try to finish what they started.
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The morning sky had barely yielded to the sun's caress,
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When from the hills came 'Yellow Wasps' in swarm.
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Zvornik wakes - discovers what a devil of a mess,
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A fragile peace can look when it's been torn.
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Now we stand like broken statues 'midst the wreckage of our homes,
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Try to recognize our children by the ragsupon their bones.
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Out of the 'Cold War' into the ceasefire flame!
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[Chorus:]
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Opened wounds - unsettled scores,
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An ancient hate - new icons.
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The front line starts at our back doors
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'Cause bygones won't be bygones.
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Cleanse the bloodline - start the cull,
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Nazi roulette - six chambers full
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Fail to read the warning signs,
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Find yourself in Troublesometimes
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While common sense had turned it's back
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A shadow crossed our nation,
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Can mourning mothers veiled in black sing songs of liberation?
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Out of the 'Cold War' into the ceasefire flame!
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[Chorus:]
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Opened wounds - unsettled scores,
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An ancient hate - new icons.
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The front line starts at our back doors
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'Cause bygones won't be bygones.
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Through a mask of tears and cinder -
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Watch your cornfields burn like tinder.
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Fail to read the warning signs,
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Find yourself in Troublesometimes
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Troublesometimes
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| Skyclad |
