Spritual Guillotine - Prey for Nothing

How did they manage to decode us?

We were nothing but tools for the trade

Do we drive so easily to extreme?

Stricken by years of being afraid

Behind the cinderblocks of trauma

There is a hidden room for guilt

No we won’t march in shame

To be butchered by your idle hands

No we won’t lower heads

Fed unto the spiritual guilliotine

Inflicted with thoughts against a common foe

Never to trust a stranger again

Even though subterfuge slowly starts to grow

Old habits are hard to be slain

You cannot stop this deadly drama

Buried under tons of grit

Too many despeate lines were written

Too many distress calls been made

Too many mothers mourned too many sons

Too many years of being afraid

No — we won’t march in shame

No — we won’t take the blame

No — we won’t lower heads

No — we won’t!