Eschar

Innocence is a frail defense

And I'll be dead before the sunset ends

There's no justice when you walk the fence

Just a scab on the back of the workers hands

The workers hands

Where do the screams of the innocent reside?

And do we hear them when it's finally our time?

When every guilt has a thousand cries

Obey your master

In deaths disguise

In deaths disguise

How can we expect a reaching hand

When all they do is feed us pain?

Another enemy to victimize

Another border to colonize

When will it end?

When will it end?

When will it end?

When will it end?

Fence walker

You are the blister on the belly of the snake

I don't want your hand mother fucker

I want your head

I want your head