Apostate - The People скачать mp3

We've burnt the brightest of our minds For the sake of being equal In a flock of moaning sheep And now we're waiting for the leader When we've let the nails of fear Drive into our heads so deep That it almost felt like love, At least we made ourselves believe But i still can't get, no i still don't know Why after all these years We still need someone to suffer For our mistakes, in the name of our future Like they haven't paid enough in the past for us in present And three words of the truth Still cost us thousands of lives And if this is your home These are your people Is there something but lies You have left for your children? Can you take the blame Can you take the blame for those Who remain unforgiven? You were scared that we would remember All of your crimes proclaimed as the feats You can bury every bone, scatter words to letters Burn every broken home, but you can't steal the promise Made by the mother in front of metal doors Her greatest fear after the biggest loss How can we dare to forget? History is made by the cries of the lost generation History is made by the ink that colored the sheets with frustration History is made by the years of courage and hopes of the children History is made by the ones who refused to let it be written