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Red Sands Songtext
von Anne Clark

Red Sands Songtext

Blood on the sand
Blood on the hands
Of a handful of madmen

What a way to see the world
Through the smeared window of a TV-Screen

Technicolour assasinations
Assasinations that make me scared and afraid
Afraid of the streets that breed malice and hatred


Those with their heads bowed to the darkness
Those who can′t see for the glare of the light
Those without strength
Who can't raise hands let alone guns
Become prisoners of conscience
Though not your conscience

You cheer and rejoice as life trickles away
Through the outlets you give in the shape of a gun

Our world is slipping quickly away

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