History Repeats Itself

I came here from the other side

This is the only way history doesn't repeat itself

We don't raise our dead, they lie down as witnesses

Martyr for what? So your pocket rests more full

What terrorism does a child possibly know?

I came here from the other side

I'm letting you know the dead don't forgive you

Whether a lifetime of poverty, bombed overseas, medical neglect

We don't forget

We don't raise our dead, they lie down as witnesses