Hania Lee - Our Invaders

Fallen onto this world, They march
Millions, and millions more
We call them haters
Death hole makers
Broken traders
Our invaders

We try to stand our ground, They march
We turn to run away

They stand there smiling
While we’re crying
Bullets flying
And we’re dying

So, so now in this way – We give up, we’ll kneel down and start to pray.
Gone, gone – gone are the days
Where we’d smile and we’d laugh
And be brave.
Now we’re slaves

Tortured and taken back we march
Trembling more than before

We see their lasers
Burning tazers
Filthy razors
Planet Chasers
Life erasers
Power Tracers
Death Dictators

Our Invaders.