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Army of dead should be saving themselves
Under damned land no falling stars, but no shells
Echoing scream brings up illicit truth
Babies and fools lead the troops

I'm afraid of coming home
My father has gone mad
He beats everybody
I know he's burying bodies in our back yard

Nobody talks at the dinner table
I feel land mines with my tongue
Lying tongues of our grandparents
Seek to destroy our fatherland

Army of dead should be saving themselves
Under damned land no falling stars, but no shells
Echoing scream brings up illicit truth
Babies and fools lead the troops

I dream of speaking up
But the big brother is on his side
How can he be so blind?
Can't he see our mother is shaking?

So I better make another lap
Or just stand under this lamp
As it showers me with light
I'm afraid of coming home tonight

Army of dead should be saving themselves
Under damned land no falling stars, but no shells
Echoing scream brings up illicit truth
Babies and fools lead the troops