P. Levi

When the daybreak hit my face
I felt how man could worship the sun
We stay alive, fade grey to white
In a symphony of firing guns
Through this never ending winter
Our weapon is the song
When they’ve turned us on each other
Our weapon is the song
We know and sow the hell we’re reaping
When the innocent thrust in the rat races
I can smell it in our fear
Like I see it in our faces
Survivor guilt rips me to pieces
Aiding in murder for political gain
Running from bullets while they pull in the reins
Through this never ending winter
Our weapon is the song
When they’ve turned us on each other
Our weapon is the song