Текст песни Red Sands

Blood on the sand

Blood on the hands

of a handful of madman

What a way to see the world

Through the smeared window of a TV-Screen

Technicolour assasinations

Assasinations that make me scared and afraid

Afraid of the streets that breed malice and hatred

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Those who can't see for the glave of the light

Those without strength

Who can't raise hands yet alone guns

Become prisoners of concience

Though not your concience

You cheer and rejoice as life trickles away

Through the outlets you give in the shape of a gun

Our world is slipping quickly away