I see no hope on these ancient wall
Thick with limescale, stained with apathy
A bathroom shuttered by a blind hate
The eyes ripped from us before our birth
A seven-digit sentence shackled us
Between the ruins of bygone glories
Fattened with hate and blatant lies
An ignorant generation slaughtered
We serve our purpose, tick the box
Mourning dry bones to forget the flesh
Drunk on propaganda we raise our hands
They suck our blood as we maul our neighbourÂ
You led us here and blamed another
In the killing fields of sixty-five