Crushed
Brothers, my brothers.
Is this all that we are?
Sisters, my sisters.
Weâve been crushed by the fists of god
Welcome to the free world
Where nothingâs as it seems
Tell me, can you find a cure
When you canât see, and you canât feel the disease
Can you seek a higher truth
When youâre living on your knees
Where freedom grows from blood soaked soil
In the lands of hypocrisy
Because if you canât see the chains tell me what use is a key
Itâs cash, blood and oil, in the age of the refugee
Theyâre trying to buy our minds, we ainât selling
Bang, bang, bang, hear theyâre nailing down the coffins
Cut the strings, feel your heart start
Cut the cord
Crack this code of silence
All our lives in the hands of tyrants
Crushed by the fists of god. Crushed
Weâve been crushed by the fists of god
To the left I see the rats and to the right I see the snakes
In my ear theyâre whispering sweet sermons of cruel hate
So do you buy the fear, or do you buy the lies
Tell me, what will set us free
Do we kneel before the crooked few
Or do we bite the f**king hand that feeds
When death casts no shadow and hope carries no weight
Rise into the light and feel the shackles fade away
They fear what we know, We know how they break
Bang, bang, bang, drop the hammer of conscience
Cut the strings, feel your heart start
Cut the cord. Crack this code of silence. All our lives
Crushed by the fists of god. Crushed
Weâve been crushed by the fists of god
Weâre just waiting for the sky to fall
Yeah Iâm just waiting
Feels like all our lives weâve been waiting for the sky to fall
Feels like all this time weâve been
Brothers, my brothers
Is this all that we are
Sisters, my sisters
Weâve been
Crushed by the fists of god
Crushed by the fists of god. Crushed
