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How_Does_It_Feel_

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[00:23.03] When you woke this morning, you looked so rocky-eyed

[00:26.21] Blue and white normally but strange ringed like that in black

[00:29.41] It doesn't get much better, your voice can get just ripped up, shooting in vain

[00:32.34] Maybe someone hears what you say, but you're still on your own at night

[00:34.73] You've got to make such a noise to understand the silence

[00:37.38] Screaming like a jackass, ringing ears so you can't hear the silence

[00:40.29] Even when it's there, like the wind seen from the window

[00:42.69] Seeing it, but not being touched by it

[00:53.32] HOW DOES IT FEEL?

[00:57.77] How does it feel to be the mother of a thousand dead?

[01:01.09] Young boys rest now, cold graves in cold earth

[01:04.03] How does it feel to be the mother of a thousand dead?

[01:08.00] Sunken eyes, lost now; empty sockets in futile death

[01:10.93] Your arrogance has gutted these bodies of life

[01:13.84] Your deceit fooled them that it was worth the sacrifice

[01:17.05] Your lies persuaded people to accept the wasted blood

[01:20.47] Your filthy pride cleansed you of the doubt you should have had

[01:24.19] You smile in the face of the death 'cause you are so proud and vain

[01:27.39] Your inhumanity stops you from realizing the pain

[01:30.83] That you inflicted, you determines, you created, you ordered

[01:34.29] It was your decision to have those young boys slaughtered

[01:37.76] You never wanted peace or solution

[01:40.13] From the start, you lusted after war and destruction

[01:44.13] Your blood-soaked reason ruled out other choices

[01:48.10] Your mockery gagged more moderate voices

[01:51.03] So keen to play your bloody part, so impatient that your war be fought

[01:54.75] Iron Lady with your stone heart, so eager that the lesson be taught

[01:57.40] That you inflicted, you determines, you created, you ordered

[02:01.38] It was your decision to have those young boys slaughtered

[02:05.10] How does it feel to be the mother of a thousand dead?

[02:08.82] Young boys rest now, cold graves in cold earth

[02:11.75] How does it feel to be the mother of a thousand dead?

[02:15.46] Sunken eyes, lost now; empty sockets in futile death

[02:18.65] Throughout our history, you and your kind

[02:21.85] Have stolen the young bodies of the living

[02:24.50] To be twisted and torn in filthy war

[02:28.49] What right have you to defile those birth?

[02:31.68] What right have you to devour that flesh?

[02:34.59] What right to spit on hope with the gory madness?

[02:38.05] That you inflicted, you determines, you created, you ordered

[02:42.02] It was your decision to have those young boys slaughtered

[02:45.74] How does it feel to be the mother of a thousand dead?

[02:49.47] Young boys rest now, cold graves in cold earth

[02:52.66] How does it feel to be the mother of a thousand dead?

[02:56.37] Sunken eyes, lost now; empty sockets in futile death

[02:59.30] You accuse us of disrespect for the dead

[03:02.48] But it was you who slaughtered out of national pride

[03:04.87] Just how much did you care? What respect did you have

[03:09.14] As you sent those bodies to their communal grave?

[03:12.33] You buried them rough-handed, they'd given you their all

[03:15.78] That once living flesh defiled in the hell

[03:19.23] That you inflicted, you determines, you created, you ordered

[03:22.67] It was your decision to have those young boys slaughtered

[03:26.39] You use those deaths to achieve your ends still

[03:29.60] Using the corpses as a moral blackmail

[03:33.04] You say, "Think of what those young men gave"

[03:36.23] As you try to bind us in your living death

[03:39.41] Yet we do think of them, ice cold and silence

[03:43.14] In the snow covered moorlands, stopped by the violence

[03:46.59] That you inflicted, you determines, you created, you ordered

[03:49.78] It was your decision to have those young boys slaughtered

[03:53.49] How does it feel to be the mother of a thousand dead?

[03:57.21] Young boys rest now, cold graves in cold earth.

[04:00.41] How does it feel to be the mother of a thousand dead?

[04:12.07] 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - We don't want your fucking war!

[04:13.90] 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - We don't want your fucking war!

[04:17.34] 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - We don't want your fucking war!

[04:20.78] 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 You can stop your fucking war!