Lyric

Let me hear your fucked up excuses

About your "Little Boy"

That scarred us for life

You preached peace but never abandoned

The Satchel

The Satchel

The Satchel

Cause everybody owns it

Our narratives are told by the victors

Are apologies for losers?

Never heard them from your mouth

The price we pay for being the defeated

We remained as shadows

Peeled off, the skin and rights, burned alive

Black rain washed away the dying fire

Our last hope

You thought you annihilated war criminals

Or wiped out the sons of Satan?

What justice prevails in this massacre of innocents

You fuckin geezers created this hell

And we, we are the ones who pay

Now

Put your left hand on the bible

Chant again "there was no choice"

We've forgiven you but never forgotten

You mother fuckers are cursed for eternity

Carve!

Don't evade the sin and your true self

Admit it, you don't care about the lives of the masses

Let me hear your fucked up excuses

About your "Little Boy"

That scarred us for life

You preached peace but never abandoned

The Satchel

The Satchel

The Satchel

Cause everybody owns it

Our narratives are told by the victors

Are apologies for losers?

Never heard them from your mouth

The price we pay for being the defeated

Burn it down

Worst abomination

The Satchel rules the poker we're playing

Give us a reason to abandon this malice, which maintains the world we live in

There are still Malformated flowers that bloom and die in a moment

Thousands of dreams turned to flesh chunks and fed flies

There's no post-war for us

There's no post-war for us

There's no post-war for us

There's no post-war for us