Under the flags of our own private hells
A broken nation of liars dwells
On a past that can never be changed
Into a shape that bears the crosses of our days
Staring back
To deny
To lie
To be numb
And follow
To lie through our teeth
Shedding tears of sorrow
Chanting the anthems of our history
A generation of vultures feels sorry
About a past that can never be shaped
Into reality within these spiteful days
Staring back
To deny
To lie
To be blind
And follow
Bearing the burdens of a history
We will never really know
In the footsteps of broken histories
This dying nation won’t compromise
To shape the unshapeable
Into a form that can justify
The anger
The desperation
The hatred
All the lies that we’ve been fed
All the lies that misled
Us to paths where we deny
Our very existence
And we’re hung to dry
(With) images of a past
Like weight upon our shoulders
(With) images of a present
Where we bleed over the borders
Drawn in blood and pain
(With) images of a future
Where we take an oath to flags
And ideals of disgrace
credits
from Ghostchant & Wasted Struggle split 7",
released July 9, 2014
Recorded by Laszlo Szabo @ Tonitrus
Mixed and mastered by Szabolcs Fekete @ DBS Studios
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