StaleFresh

In the Highs and rivers of this forbidden land
Poor men, scared children and too many broken hands
Guns and bombs and terror, takes so much toll
People wait for the devil to take away their soul

Kashmir, tied by its own hangman’s noose
Crumble through god’s own living abuse
Ram, Allah, Christ and the Jews
Have always caused so much dispute

Ohhhh God, where are you?
But also, Why are you?

Blowing bridges in Baghdad to fulfill a greed
We have agreed, we want more than what we need
No water, no jobs, in the garden of stone
Eyes filled with tears, and mud filled with bones

aaa ayye aaa ayyyee

I have no faith, no God, I need it no more
I cannot recall, but we were better off before

Ohhhh God, where are you?
But also, Why are you?