Crippling Machine - A Rotterdam November

Who taught you these things, wounding crippling

I’d say that you’re an effective machine, you say

That you’re clean, but maybe you’re the same underneath

She saw her son off at the train platform

It was April 24, her hug that day

Was not the same as the ones before

These fields are haunted by, a thousand men who died

To stop this Holy War, to stop this Holy War

I could whisper their names, I could shout to the ceiling

But something has to change, too many people died believing

That they would see the day, when you’re just a pile of gears, harmless after

all these years

Crippling Machine, -chine

Belgium is cold, but not as cold as an icy stare of self-piety

That’ll shoot down a plane, tear out my tongue, I swear

Blood still speaks.

In the silence as they raise the flag

They shoot the shots, our young hero is dead, lying peacefully

What he had to do, he already did

In the aftermath, of motors, extra parts

Someone is going to try to salvage your heart

But, I don’t care, It’s your eyes I’ll consider

Burning first, then your fists, your fingers

Flanders, Belgium has killed a lot of men

But not as many as your religion

You’re not escaping the chains you force us to wear

Hate doesn’t respect you

Hate doesn’t care

What exactly do you fight for?

I’ll tear you apart, no diplomacy

I’ll make sure I sabotage all circuitry

Till one day, you and I stop this war