Caribbean Winter

A Caribbean winter for their gain Conquistadore bringing all the pain Marching on the beat, a circle of vultures The offer's freedom, whitewashed culture Our kids won't be able to play again We believed every word that was said Yeah, uh Strangers forced themselves late in the night Soiled blankets, they couldn't put up a fight Gold mines as prisons, a circle of vultures The offer's freedom, whitewashed culture Our kids won't be able to play again We believed every word that was said Feed them lies, feed them lies, there'll be no compromise Just dead air diaries in the silence of the night Our kids won't be able to play again We believed every word that was said Feed them lies, feed them lies, there'll be no compromise Just dead air diaries in the silence of the night