This song seemingly tackles the methods of deception those who manipulate others use to get victims to follow their demands, as well as diverting attention away from important issues. They'll also use it as a means to convince people to hate or kill others by pretending acts of terrorism were committed by the enemy when the acts themselves were done by the masters of control to promote discrimination and hate. It also reinforces the idea that these manipulative forces operate in various locations, infiltrating everyday life without detection, and propagate any and everywhere.
In general, it highlights the danger of hidden agendas, manipulation, and distraction, serving as a critique of those who exploit chaos and confusion to control and gain power, depicting a cautionary tale against falling into their traps. It encourages us to question the narratives presented to us and remain vigilant against manipulation in various parts of society.
- and the gulls are coming in off the coast
the smell of corpses pour from in
mass graves uncovered
must be abroad, it can't be here
I can sense your violence, but I still don't understand
the way the past looks dead when you've got the future in the palm of your hand
run quick through noble streets
where killers hide
and freaks get bricks in windows
and foreigners get hushed up trials
and you're waiting for (...)
which will tell you if you'll spend the next few years
free from an attack of a petrol bomb
the price of bread went up five pence today
and an immigrant was kicked to death again
and I'm scared for my life
for the first time in it
and we never learned
that a home can put your life at risk
so I guess we'll just disperse again
and the gulls come in off the land
the easy targets lure them in
few scars are left
don't be absurd, it can't be here
until we find a place to settle, we just keep moving on
we stay in flocks like birds, no one dares to move alone
across a sea of burning skulls
chased by death in all its forms
over mountains, under suns
we shoot to kill, we shoot for fun
across a desert's burning skies
we never stop to sleep or eat
death always finds us in the end
its burning shadow always weeping
over hot hamlets and plains
a killer wants to see us slain
over fields of wheat and grain
through the endless pouring rain
why can we never find a safe place to land?
when will we find ourselves in God's providing hand?
They close in every day...
the smell of corpses pour from in
mass graves uncovered
must be abroad, it can't be here
I can sense your violence, but I still don't understand
the way the past looks dead when you've got the future in the palm of your hand
run quick through noble streets
where killers hide
and freaks get bricks in windows
and foreigners get hushed up trials
and you're waiting for (...)
which will tell you if you'll spend the next few years
free from an attack of a petrol bomb
the price of bread went up five pence today
and an immigrant was kicked to death again
and I'm scared for my life
for the first time in it
and we never learned
that a home can put your life at risk
so I guess we'll just disperse again
and the gulls come in off the land
the easy targets lure them in
few scars are left
don't be absurd, it can't be here
until we find a place to settle, we just keep moving on
we stay in flocks like birds, no one dares to move alone
across a sea of burning skulls
chased by death in all its forms
over mountains, under suns
we shoot to kill, we shoot for fun
across a desert's burning skies
we never stop to sleep or eat
death always finds us in the end
its burning shadow always weeping
over hot hamlets and plains
a killer wants to see us slain
over fields of wheat and grain
through the endless pouring rain
why can we never find a safe place to land?
when will we find ourselves in God's providing hand?
They close in every day...
Lyrics submitted by mirrornoir
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