Killers

The shadows of the past from our chronologies

Follow us around and haunt us endlessly

Fighting over land - our intertwined histories

Killing people for our man-made deities

I want to escape from violence surrounding me

I just want to sing you pretty melodies

But what's it matter 'bout feelings – frivolities?

When in this world there is no harmony

So, what should I sing about?

What should I write about?

What should I talk about?

Cause I can't block it out

But they keep coming back

And we back-track

When we just want happiness

But there's all these

Killers, killers, these killers

When everywhere there's

Killers, killers, these killers

#instrumental

So, what should I sing about?

What should I write about?

What should I talk about?

Cause I can't block it out

But they keep coming back

And we back-track

When we just want happiness

But there's all these

Killers, killers, these killers

I can't escape these

Killers, killers, these killers

#instrumental

But what's it matter 'bout feelings – frivolities?

When in this world there is no harmony

I can't block it out, block it out

I can't block it out, block it out

So, what should I sing about?

What should I write about?

What should I talk about?

Cause I can't block it out

But they keep coming back

And we back-track

When we just want happiness

But there's all these

Killers, killers, these killers

All these guns and bombs and

Killers, killers, these killers

I can't block it out, block it out

Killers, killers, these killers

All these guns and bombs and

Killers, killers, these killers

Do you think you're a killer?