كلمات Sons Of Bullets

There’s no goodness against evil, nor God against devil When God remains at the other side, a hole nation believe in these lies I’m not proud of seeing Sons of mine are dying In the name of a foreigner flag Shots up Won’t bring them back Die for a cause Or die trying? Isn’t the truth Controlled minds Runs to death Lunatics of war Terror Is what they sell to us Criminals Are the heroes of the crowd Blindly, cowardly, silently, we agree Sons of bullets Imperialism Is what they impose to us Control Under our very own lives Blindly, cowardly, silently, we agree Sons of bullets The general display his medals behind a table with clean hands Beholding the horizon ornamented with the young troops Drowning on its own blood