Heaven the soul that's severed From the place where it Caught up in the struggle Of the against the strong along the border Keep the peace, their law and
Why can't we see all a record of lies? It's their kind of strength, only defense An imaginary
Just a kid and his younger for the wire Had no rights in the sights Of the vigilante's fire But now he's on the border Where the are blood not water
Why can't we see it's all a of lies? It's kind of truth, it can only be proved With imaginary
In times these concernin' Who which bridge is burnin' Don't fall for map Just make sure that still breathin'
After the dreadful were drawn The children dream of the pearls And how beautiful were after year they would dive to the bottom of the lagoon Hoping that the oysters would back
They risked Their homes, and meager possessions To search for the pearls, to sure They heavy enough to reach the bottom The children tied stones to their backs, many of them
Streams of and broken bodies to the surface of the lagoon And the lagoon cried, cried, cried,
Why can't we see it's all a record of It's kind of strength, their only defense An imaginary
Why can't we see all a record of lies? It's their kind of truth, it can be proved With imaginary
Why can't we see it's all a of lies? It's their of strength, their only defense An imaginary