Children with Guns Murdered Their Father - Dead Point

So the day is burning in pure detestation

I hear loudly calling for civil strife

These nasty vile ideas and victims that we pay

You better watch your steps for the hungry strays

Frenzy enrage and weapon domination

Borders locked down accusing the betrayals

Shoot down those whom they call the dissenters

These words of rage when I can see murders

Shooting the civils on streets

The bloody game and vile homicide

Terrorized all country

Bloodshed of women, hanging of men

Asphalt is baptised in blood

Bodies dismembered and stringled up

Like pigs in the slaughterhouse

Frenzy enrage and weapon domination

Borders locked down accusing the betrayals

Shoot down those whom they call the dissenters

Total mayhem and trample of Creator

The outreach of futile ideals

Exposed as pure Verity

Children with guns murdered their Father

Trampled the moral in dust

The domination of fanaticism

Dissolve the young unformed minds

They know one path of struggle and war

Which called the meaning of life

This is carnage and own’s nation torture

The self distruct of the insane zealots

Slay, slay, finish off the body

That you share the mother’s blood

But idea is not the same

So he can be fiercely cut

Slay, slay, finish off the body

That you share the mother’s blood

But idea is not the same

So he can be fiercely cut

Shoot down those whom they call the dissenters

Total mayhem and trample of creator