Bleed Again

their pilgrimage to equalize this plague
they march in numbers
but they do not know the way
taking their cues behind the rumbles
of the tanks
to drown the mental image
the screaming children make

oh,
when the time has come
to bleed again
for the greater good
for the better hand
we bleed again
we bleed again

the pistols flash coronas deep under the smoke
which billows from the barrels
into their targets' throats
that sing the christmas carols
and harmonize the notes
with this blackest melody
asphyxiates their hope

oh
when the time has come
to bleed again
for the little ones
for the better end
we bleed again
we bleed again

the bodies lie in homage
across the painted land
with dreams carved in their faces
and a raincheck in their hands

oh
when the time has come
to bleed again
to sacrifice
to the bitter end
we bleed again
we bleed again