In Perspective Songtext
von The Riot Before

Far away across an ocean on a distant foreign land
The face is falling off from poison on an ever-aging man
In the cracks and creases of the flesh
The light goes out, constitution dies

By a fire in a forest a soldier sits holding a gun
In a village a young mother cries while looking at her son
Because while he sleeps and dreams so peacefully
Outside the enemies arrive
On the side of a bomb falling
Is her name pinned to read left from right


In the street there is a riot from an unjust occupation
In the air a rocket′s fired and it feeds the desperation
Of a people pushed so far against the wall
There is no escape you see
In the city's crowded market an explosion breeds despair
The people pack the streets holding high fists, trumpets in the air
A reporter calmly calls one terrorist
"A former thought out strategy"

On that day in another season
A starving child forever closes his brown eyes

Here I sit with stomach full, peace and quiet on my street
In my closet there are clothes, half shoes strapped onto my feet
I′m embarrassed by my sadness all because my hands and feet
Fist my cries throughout the world, this is my apology

So I offer up my hands, all this prayer and readiness
And I offer up my voice and its organs in my chest
I will give all that I can in spite of my unwillingness
Push me forward towards compassion and away from selfishness
And away from selfishness