Born to the sound of gunshot fire,
Shells scatter the floor
And in the distance there’s the chiming of bells
From empty churches where no one worships anymore
And the feeling in the air
Is a feeling of war
And the feeling in the air
Is a feeling of war…

You can die in their hands but not of your own

They declared it while we slept on nightmares of death deprivation
Unable to put an end to this painful ringing in the ears that hear nothing
We can’t hear nothing

You can die in their hands but not of your own

Propaganda and commercials, sermons and machine gun fire
Loaded and cocked, the guns in our hands, the guns in our hands
Serving only one function, only one function…

You can die in their hands but not of your own

And suicide is not an option:
It’s illegal and punishable by death
Suicide’s not an option.


Lyrics submitted by JASolomon

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