Tekst piosenki: Aragon - The Crucifixion
Little town suburbia
It's the scene of the after hours play
The voices of those who remember are with us today
Crying at pages of war
Still asking the question the cause was it worth fighting for
Children still march the retreat
And the hands that are digging the earth still have nothing to eat
Waiting, we are waiting
Darkened city skyline
This charade it has come to an end
The dark souls in search of a freedom they have to defend
Searching for blood from the knife
Slowly it ends as they try to forget about life
Tightening the grip on their chains
They hurt for the fear and the warmth that runs down their veins
Still waiting, they are still waiting
Peaceful Sunday mornings
As the people begin to arrive
Using this lame old excuse as a way survive
Cold hearts that cry out for peace
As the coin tolls the bell on an empty old plate of release
Still waiting, they are still waiting
Warriors wait at request of others commands
All-comers cry as the cold money slips through their hands
In darkened night streets they an passing the blood-stained demands
We are waiting
Shout
Stand and cry to the world
And just ignore the needle man
Don't you shadow the doubt
You've got to fight hard and stay
Stand your ground don't run away
And if you fall get up again
Let the dawn break your day
False names and lies don't give them any power
It takes more than words to break this tower
And if you hear the screams around you getting louder
Hold
What you can of the scene
And don't you let them pull the strings
Use the knife and cut between
There is a heart within your breast
Let it cry the rest
And don't you let them change your mind
Put your answer to the test
While smiles endorse their faces truth they lack
They still twist the knife into your back
So don't you give them any power watch them crack
I take the bitter pill of innocence
And drop into the realms of my conscience
There's something biding here in the corners
Waiting
And the congregation sits and stares
At the ragged bands and the ragged faces
Holding out for sanctuary crying to be free
And the winds of thought are stirring now
On the walk towards the dark horizon
Hollow voices whisper at the dark and empty halls
I'm so tired of waiting,
And the line of crosses keeps getting longer
As our children trip the light fantastic
Bowing to their solitude beneath the crimson crown
Take beed so all you governments
Hide grace for one man lied
And stand below the cross to watch your nation crucified.
I'm so tired of waiting.
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