Looking out at the world

Wondering how many times we've died

Sleeping inside ourselves

Letting lies live for us when we cried

Seeing all our blood stained hands

Seeing all our divided lands

Sitting up and finally noticing the mass grave I've lived in

Turning and staring at my kin

Bloody sleeping corpses

All that's left of my loved

Our lies dripping with our blood

Well I've woken up tired of sleeping