To stand owned turn your head to the other side, To wish for deliverance look inside thine heart for the liberator, to thirst for the blood of the innocent, it's like crucifying your infancy,
The beautiful waters of Victoria shield our memories, and the moments at the Nile will always be fresh as its waters. Karuma will never be the same again, but I am tightening my laces for the trek once dual now one way,
Livi'n on love stands on reply …
If the fishes were to form a band how will the melodies go, passing via that swampy stream the imaginations of yesterday are rebirthed,
The metals had no right over your breath, yet the winds of Arkansas still present your presence, the streets of Afriville still craft your images, it may seem like a ghost town yet the longing for its new face the federal government desires,
Your seat will always be reserved on this train, metals have saved the day, yet metals have terminated many breaths,
But extending the blame on metals without putting to accountability the breaths that propel them would be thirsting for infancy blood,
Determining which line to follow without parameters is self-extinction ooh yet the judges' lodge at the edge of the St. Lawrence Sea,
We have to put breath to accountability for the acts and would be after-effects of the metals,
As we pledge to plead, my caution is that you mind the acts of your feet, let them send the right communication to your hands in assertion, employ all your senses, and reward the right price for no strikes. Ahead of the perimeter wall.