The People - Apostate

We’ve burnt the brightest of our minds

For the sake of being equal

In a flock of moaning sheep

And now we’re waiting for the leader

When we’ve let the nails of fear

Drive into our heads so deep

That it almost felt like love,

At least we made ourselves believe

But i still can’t get, no i still don’t know

Why after all these years

We still need someone to suffer

For our mistakes, in the name of our future

Like they haven’t paid enough in the past for us in present

And three words of the truth

Still cost us thousands of lives

And if this is your home

These are your people

Is there something but lies

You have left for your children?

Can you take the blame

Can you take the blame for those

Who remain unforgiven?

You were scared that we would remember

All of your crimes proclaimed as the feats

You can bury every bone, scatter words to letters

Burn every broken home, but you can’t steal the promise

Made by the mother in front of metal doors

Her greatest fear after the biggest loss

How can we dare to forget?

History is made by the cries of the lost generation

History is made by the ink that colored the sheets with frustration

History is made by the years of courage and hopes of the children

History is made by the ones who refused to let it be written.