Burn them all

We'll continue to kill 
Yes, we'll continue to break 
families apart
As long as our lies remain covered and hidden 
Who cares about the human cost?

Bomb their homes, stifle their voices
They are a dime a dozen anyways 
They'll scuttle away like the cockroaches they are
Stamp them out- yes out of the way.

We can't compromise, we cannot negociate
Let their blood colour the roads red instead 
While we cling on to our crowns- all that shiny treasure 
The cries of children- ah music to the ears.

Divide and rule, our constant mantra
Humanity's dead and empathy overrated 
Well someone's got to mine that gold
So we blow them up, we'll kill them all.

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