Empty Hands - John Brown's Body

See them cry for blood

They demand it

It’s all just sound and fury

Any style that’s strong you can bend it

Repeat a thousand more times

Our bodies seek to fight foes

See in slow motion fast as light

Every mile you walk empty handed

Shows war is not necessary

But it’s already gone wrong

Swords two pick up never put down

Detonate and everyone gone

Brother man, hold on

So please Mr. Officer

Are you a peace officer or a war monger

Please Mr. Soldier man

Drop all weapons from your hand

Please Mr. President

Keep them all fed and defend the disarmament

Please Mr. Officer

So look into the palm of my hand, no weapons

No frustration or need for confrontation

Ease back armageddon army

How do you think Moses part the Red Sea

Your anger defeats you I have what I need

Armed with your weapons and still you don’t feed your own

City walls are plagued with disease

Whether I live or die

Empty hands bring me peace

Try to remain attached to what is not vain

See there is no pain that your mind creates

Why hesitate we can see stones levitate

With your empty hands

We can do it once again

And it’s already gone wrong

Swords two pick up never put down

Detonate and everyone gone

Brother man, hold on

With empty hands we break in pieces

Walls that we resist

Never you fight this request

Want social remix

Eat food and keep fit or Jah lick you with diseases

Believe the music