Intifada by BITE MARX

Any resistance could end your existence
But who wants to prolong the things that they witness?
No one will save you. your bed has been made, soon
Youre forced to recline in this communal grave
Do you think you deserve this? the world seems so sure
its the proper prescription or even a cure
Complicit in slaughter, the world owes you not
Are the morals observed when the baby is shot?

Never again, means never again
Survived the abusive methods you now use
To repeat this historical trend

Sticks and stones in your quiver, to throw at visitors
While they ride in tanks over brothers and sisters
And mothers and fathers wait to be discovered
Trapped under rubble til their bodies are recovered
Hands made of metal, and teeth made of metal
Your chance of survival is zero to little
The glass is half-empty, and all of it's poison
Expect them to swallow whats meant to destroy them

In the killing fields
From beneath the wheels
Self defense is what they claim
So they can use you as as human shield

Its nothing personal, youre just an obstacle
Thats why theyre targeting the hospitals
War crimes with impunity
They post them up where we can all see
No one gets rich off peace
They say goodbye, but dont intend to leave
Eye for an eye, then a nose, an ear, a tongue
War of extermination

• Punk
• batcave
• electropunk
• post punk
• postpunk
• synthpunk
• Los Angeles