Icarus from Mørder by Mørder

when incense turns into tear gas
and hijabs soak up the blood
it becomes a worthless struggle
to trust in your intentions
what will you do
what will you say
if we take away your crosses
and melt your holy grails
into 30 silver coins
you'll fight over nothing
until you're all dead
free will is buried underneath
the bones of your bloody temples
will you ever recognize
the pestilence is you
what will you do
what will you say
if we take away your crosses
and melt your holy grails
into 30 silver coins
you'll fight over nothing
until you're all dead
you'll fight over nothing
until we're all dead
no one cares who's right or wrong
if everything has gone to waste
no one cares where the missiles came from
if everyone rots in the ground

• Punk
• crust
• hardcore
• kiel
• neo crust
• Kiel