Black September

Re-live the lies
Walk the streets of an empty paradise
The isle of the blessed
Such a lonely place to be alive
Set up fences build up walls
Claim your piece or just take it all
So we pay the price for the chosen few
Privileged power is nothing new
We’re just sacrifice
We’re just sacrifice
Born into a wasted life
Brought on by religious plight
What got created
The avenue at the end of history
A surplus population
Turned into beggars and thieves
But the schemes are running dry
Petty crumbs don’t satisfy
But I turn my fingers to a fist
And I start by saying this
No more sacrifice
No more sacrifice
Born into a wasted life
Brought onto production lines
Sacrifice
How can we defend broken homes and dead children
And how can we pretend that freedom of choice is gonna save them
How can we defend broken homes and dead children
How can we even pretend
Feels like a black September
Feels like a black September
Feels like a black September
Feels like a black September
Feels like a black September
Feels like a black September
No more sacrifice
No more sacrifice
Born into a wasted life
Brought onto production lines