Unclean - Strung Out

Centuries of wasted blood stain this war-torn land

As our leaders look up to the sky and await their next command why —

Must we die!

why must we die for their cause!

Terminations become the common way to cleanse the blood

Found unclean in the eyes of christ

In the eyes of war, in the grasp of a god unseen why must we die…

The sky has turned a crimson red as the dead lie everywhere

There’s christians, and there’s catholics

Then there’s muslims and there’s jews

Fighting for the name of god

For the color of thier hate when

Will we ever learn before it’s too late?

So tell me why we must die for their god?

Listen up!

they try, they try to drag you in always will

Try and try to pull you in, you must resists now!

Centuries of wasted blood stain this war-torn

Land again leaders look upon the sky

You finace your atrocities with lives of those you swore

To protect in order to achive strategic goals

How can your princes justify this misery set upon the land?

Watch them change the course of your history