Sounds of War
I can hear the drums of war; it is the most musical of sounds
Marching to the tune of conquered villages and towns
Victory as violins' cover the silence of violence
The thumping bass of mass graves as unmarked bodies meet their final resting place
I don't even listen to music, but this sound cannot be missed
Everywhere I go, the screaming sirens make me sick
As I reflect on the award winning performance most wars represent
Because nothing brings people together more like war and pointless death
Politicians conduct symphonies of lies and deceit
As the puppet master plays away his propaganda for the deaf and dumb to read
Emptied magazines from shooting live clips on to the street
Terrorist or freedom fighter, both must defend what they believe
They are chanting at the protests, "we only want peace"
So masked police pull out their pieces and spray in harmony
Like, Boom, Boom, Boom...Boom...Boom, Boom
Now they are deceased in pieces but will not get to rest in peace
Cease fire, for an interlude while suspects are being pursued
Soldiers salute all in tune with what the major asks them to do
Yes Sir, No Sir, in fact the war was all a blur
Everybody looks the same when their brains are on the curb
They are kicking down the doors, rounding up the men as they snore
While women and their children pay the highest price for war
Because raping is like rapping, thugs holding guns while other men are clapping
They tie them up in chains; give them whips if they complain
Can't you see it's all a game, drones flying over homes
By remote control, while teenage boys are chillin' just killin in the comfort of their homes
I can hear the call of duty, they all want an encore
So his machine guns sung the most of beautiful of cords
Oh you didn't know, Muslim blood is cheaper than oil
They sell it by the barrels to the Pharaohs and their boys
Nuclear A-cappela's will have any nation sell-out
And join an orchestrated effort of dis-united nation sellouts
Because weapons of mass destruction are nothing next methods of mass consumption
Oiling the instruments of war as the crowds begin to roar
Playing Russian roulette with German Lugar's and British bayonets
American shotguns silence Chinese bullet proof vests, war is international business
I can hear the tanks rolling, holding their positions on the hill
Citadels ring their bells, as Hell leaves a bloody trail
Revolutions always fail, when causalities are less than 12
Years of age, teens with rage will avenge their families' honour to the grave
I can hear the orphans as they morn, closing their parents casket door
With the fear that their tears will forever be ignored
But we dare not speak of those who have died, like they are dead
Say Nay, they are alive, finding comfort with their Lord instead
Listen to the harmony, of lobby groups and foreign policy
Zionist and western duets lead the melody of Middle Eastern conflicts
Dictators sing like choir boys, when their corruption gets annoyed
Democratize capitalism's lies of despising civil war
Because how can you hate war, when it is the anthem of the world,
You either love it or you live it, but every nation knows its words
Marching troops are hesitating; they don't know what they are dying for
While flying mortars are making martyrs who are smiling as they go
I can hear the flat lines, the aftermath of land mines
Giving birth to worthless earth, the most dangerous of minds
There are things much worse than death; there are Kings in much more debt
You push a peoples backs against the wall, they will not fall, they will destroy it
It being the theme of humanitarian dreams and schemes
Providing aid for which they prayed, another day for this concert hall to play
The magnificence of the grand stage, get your tickets here today
For the battle of the century, featuring people who look like you and me
This is our legacy, history books will soon know
Lights, camera, action, get ready for the show