P. Levi - Divided Heaven

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