Haciéndonos Los Muertos

White flags wave with black ribbons
They display crosses, they display friction and new colors
The town roars the word peace
On the face of an old state baptized under the name of fear
Blame the message, yes, but also the messenger
The one who sprints until rivers of ink flow
Lies are as they paint them
But there are true ones disguised by the clumsiest stylist
If you want, I'll move a piece, if you want, I'll move a finger
But the joy is that we are the piece, that's the game
Move the board at the edge of the court, at the edge of the photo
Click on the image and the broken link message will appear
It's not new how far evil is from others
From the evil within us
An amalgam, an anagram, a bad juggler
Walls separate us, everyone in their place
Where the myth falls, the rest rises

Load, aim, fire

And we will be the bravest in the cemetery
And they will say we were foolish for wanting to be
On our tombstone it will say
They never stopped fighting, they dared to live
And they went out to win

An elderly gaze in a child's eyes
Blood boils when shedding selective tears
From so much hatred, everything is reversed until worn out
Compassion is discussed even for its authorship
And its question, I am part of that hypocrisy
That encourages a football club that you dress and sponsor
An airline company that then finances
Terrorist jihadist organizations in the Middle East
Kiss the human shield; to the wind
It hurts the mourning and the break if we honor with the dead
Our dead praying to god and with the mallet?
I don't remember, I just see a world in pieces
And there is no glue, no
Like kids playing broken telephone
That's the wealthy high command
Where on one side the master says that not even god takes away what is his
And the people understand killing in the name of your god, brother

We will make closed minds
Have open house days
Draw strength from weaknesses
Or draw strength from the mouths
Of those who make the truce shine by its absence

I am France, Beirut, I am Libya
Nigeria, Niger, Chad, Syria
Pakistan, Palestine, Burkina
I am life. Life

And we will be the bravest in the cemetery
And they will say we were foolish for wanting to be
On our tombstone it will say
They never stopped fighting, they dared to live
And no one can say
That we won't be the bravest in the cemetery
They won't say we were foolish for wanting to be
On our tombstone it will say
They never stopped fighting, they dared to live
And they went out to win
And no one can say we didn't aim to hit
Now they can choose which side they will be on