(Dedicated to the largely ignored people of Sudan)
They're investigating war crimes,
Digging up mass graves.
The silence that you're hearing—
Comes from those we couldn't save.
You and I are here,
Witness to the cost.
Trying to count the broken ways,
That prove how much was lost.
There won’t be any trials,
Only the victims pay.
The ones who give the orders,
Will always walk away.
The headlines don’t mean nothing—
Just feed the scroll of fear.
They keep us glued to chaos,
Just thankful we're not there.
War crimes,
It goes by many names.
War crimes,
No one takes the blame.
War crimes,
The world’s gone up in flames.
War crimes,
We wear it like a stain.
We watch the ways they suffer,
In godforsaken lands.
Fertilized with hatred,
By warlords and their clans.
You can blame the leaders,
You can blame the banks.
Blame god and the gunmakers,
Who draw a moral blank.
War crimes,
It goes by many names.
War crimes,
No one takes the blame.
War crimes,
The world’s gone up in flames.
War crimes,
We wear it like a stain.
3 comments:
Your lyrics are chilling: no one takes the blame, the ones who give the orders always walk away. That it refers to Sudan can’t be inferred through the lyrics; maybe that’s the way you want it. Again, unfortunately, the music competes w/your voice. I found the music to be a bit too upbeat: not “sad enough”, if you will. The sameness of the music takes away from the haunting lyrics. Work on the music, and you will have a truly memorable song.
I think I know what kind of music you like (and what kind you don't). Thanks for your suggestions.
As I've said, this is a powerful song. I also agree with some of Rachel's comments, about what she refers to as the "sameness of the music".
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