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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Adam Duce
Adam Duce
Bass
Phil Demmel
Phil Demmel
Lead Guitar
Robb Flynn
Robb Flynn
Lead Vocals
Dave McClain
Dave McClain
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adam Duce
Adam Duce
Lyrics
Phil Demmel
Phil Demmel
Composer
Robb Flynn
Robb Flynn
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Robb Flynn
Robb Flynn
Producer
Colin Richardson
Colin Richardson
Mixing Engineer
Eddy Schreyer
Eddy Schreyer
Mastering Engineer
Lee Slater
Lee Slater
Assistant Engineer
Mark Keaton
Mark Keaton
Recording Engineer
Matt Hyde
Matt Hyde
Mixing Engineer
Rohan Onraet
Rohan Onraet
Assistant Engineer
Vincent Wojno
Vincent Wojno
Editing Engineer

Lyrics

Can you hear their cries? Nowhere can the children run to hide Crimson rivers flow down hills Atone our ills And woe to all her songs of love A farewell to arms Mutilated lives blackening as coffin line the sides Filled with fathers, who has won When only sons Hold their grieving heads and mourn A farewell to arms Always our souls entwine Erase this vast divide Deaf ears our voices rest Tyrant, this is protest Who has won? Yes, who has won? I'll wave this flag of white So the venged see the light We'll pay for closed eyes with our genocide Piercing the masquerade March to the death parade Trade not humanity For pearls of the slavery In the depth of mind the heart will find the truth of our leader We'll try the facts so through the cracks May fall the lying cheater Who has won when we're all dead? I'll wave this flag of white So the venged see the light We'll pay for closed eyes with our genocide So is this how we live? Or is this how we die? Black blood dripping from platinum fangs Rich blood flees while our poverty hangs Shepherds they herd the mindless trance As the flock follows the puppet's dance In a fatal romance All that they needed was a pretext, war's next Heads to the chopping blocks, and our necks are next For those who died Who fought for our rights Whose children now slaves They're turning in their graves War hawks and senators they sit tight, so trite Never their sons will know what it's like to fight But soldiers are dead And children have bled And the silence is numb What have we become? What have we become? What have we become? What have we become? God save us A farewell to arms
Writer(s): Robert Flynn, Dave Mcclain, Phil Demmel, Adam Duce Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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