I am the knife stabbing men to death
I am the gun trigger clicking with no rest
I am the slave tears on the cold floor
I am the dirt of the orphans of war
I am the scream within Auschwitz walls
I am the food in repression camp bowls
I am the rope on the innocent necks
I am the writing on humanity's wreck
Wo-ho-wo-ho-wo-ho
Wo-ho-wo-ho-wo-ho
Wo-ho-wo-ho-wo-ho
My song is Grief and Rage
Wo-ho-wo-ho-wo-ho
Wo-ho-wo-ho-wo-ho
Wo-ho-wo-ho-wo-ho
Please end The Violence Age
I am the lipstick on torn apart dress
I am the little girl's frequent breath
I am the bruise hidden under sunglasses
I am the unstoppable pace of the masses
I am the ash on Hiroshima's ground
I am explosion's deafening sound
I am the spine fracture caused by shockwave
I am the writing on humanity's grave
Wo-ho-wo-ho-wo-ho
Wo-ho-wo-ho-wo-ho
Wo-ho-wo-ho-wo-ho
My song is Grief and Rage
Wo-ho-wo-ho-wo-ho
Wo-ho-wo-ho-wo-ho
Wo-ho-wo-ho-wo-ho
Please end The Violence Age
Wo-ho-wo-ho-wo-ho
Wo-ho-wo-ho-wo-ho
Wo-ho-wo-ho-wo-ho
Wo-ho-wo-ho-wo-ho
Wo-ho-wo-ho-wo-ho
Wo-ho-wo-ho-wo-ho
My song is Grief and Rage
Wo-ho-wo-ho-wo-ho
Wo-ho-wo-ho-wo-ho
Wo-ho-wo-ho-wo-ho
Please end The Violence Age