Do You Call That Human - In Mitra Medusa Inri

Thinking only of ourselves

Books are standing unread on the shelf

They’re closed Photos are faded

Lying in an old shoe box

Tought — stripes which are bound

Which pictures germinate

But are soon knocked out

But are soon knocked out

Don’t look back to the past

We are running out of time

The TV shows pictures

Of bombed cities

The TV shows pictures

Of long forgotten worlds

Do you call that human

Do you call that truth

Do you call that hope

Humanity get lost

World struggels against it’s fall

The last will be the ruins

Where humans are rotting

Where soldiers are shooting

Love one another, don’t fight

There’s no end in sight

Where humans are rotting

Where soldiers are shooting