Protest Streets – …And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead

War crimes, protest lines
Living in the worst and best of times
Peace wall, hand of the law
We all know what the cameras saw

The riot act, taking it back
Our bodies are broke but the spirits intact
Lines drawn, cross the board
We all know what the fighting is for

See saw, singing our field song
System is broke ’cause something is wrong
Breathe out, bleed here now
You can put us in the cage but we’re breaking it down

Phase five, forks and knives
Those who survive more dead than alive
Face scan, child of man
The Mark of Cain stained on your hand

Red tides, ground wells dry
Grab everyone and bring them inside
Fools gold, robbed then sold
Palm oil fields and desolate holes

Sold slaves, unmarked graves
Boats capsize beneath the waves
Burnt down, use live rounds
Hands on your head and face to the ground

War crimes, protest lines
Living in the worst and best of times
Peace wall, hand of the law
We all know what the cameras saw

The riot act, taking it back
Our bodies are broke but the spirits intact
Lines drawn, cross the board
We all know what the fighting is for

See saw, singing our field song
System is broke ’cause something is wrong
Breathe out, bleed here now
You can put us in the cage but we’re breaking it down

An ghaoth aduaidh bíonn sí crua
Is cuireann sí gruaim ar dhaoine
An ghaoth aneas bíonn sí tais
Is cuireann sí rath ar shíolta
An ghaoth anoir bíonn sí tirim
Is cuireann sí sioc istoíche
An ghaoth aniar bíonn sí fial
Is cuireann sí iasc I líonta