The Commıttee - By My Bare Hands

Freedom. Justice.
Forsaken, these lonely souls. Etched with blood in stone.
Spines stretched in line. Faces are lost in time.
Wielding tools with grief. Warm blooded machines.

5 years of pain. Death whispers my name.
5 years of toil. Our bones for children's joy.

Trains running on time. Thoughts are kept in line.
Renaissance from ruins, emerge! Nerves and muscles surge.

5 years of pain. Death whispers my name. 5 years of toil. Our bones for children's joy.

Work! Wither! Die! Hunger taking lives.
Work! Hands to the bone. Never seeing home.

No one left to blame. Disorder's allure, knows no cure.
Wallowing in our shame. Robbed and deceived. Country for thieves.

No one left to blame. Disorder's allure, knows no cure.
Wallowing in our shame. Robbed and deceived. Country for thieves.
Iron fists are forged. Scars and slashes, rise from the ashes!