We take what’s hard and we don’t give back
We follow no man, and pick no slack
We fight with our words; we can resist
And through pain and torture we will persist
Mad, were labeled; the slaughtered lamb
But that slaughtered lamb saved us: the damned
We don’t fight back to prove the points
We are the body, we move the joints
Labeled weak, we throw you our guns
Meek: our hands, for we are his sons
Why do you not understand?
No-you can’t you live for the land
We are the sacred battalion, trained with supremacy
Yet we stand to you, and there shows clemency
You do not know us, yet we know each other
Each woman a sister, each man a brother
We are your enemy, yet again your friend
Of course you don’t get it so I call this the end
Who are we? You ask before I go
For you see me act, and you think you must know
I laugh and smile and show you my hands
Ah, yes, I know…you don’t understand
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