Shroud

where's your anger where's their body count they want to know why you fight when the inside's rotting out here's their omission there's the infection in between our the unmarked graves of 100,000 dead no alrm sounded no measures taken the tranquility whispers back shut up and die banished to the margin with full guilt implied called up from oblivion only when it's time to count the hides here's their omission there's the infection in between are the unmarked graves of 100,000 dead cease to exist.