where's your anger
where's their body count
they want to know why you fight
when the inside's rotting out
here's their omission
there's the infection in between the unmarked graves of 100,000 dead
no alarm sounded
no measures taken
the tranquility whispers back
shut up and die
banished to the margin
with full guilt implied
called up from oblivion only when it's time to count the hides
here's their omission
there's the infection in between the unmarked graves of 100,000 dead