Savages
You're savages, he knows you are..
Do you not think that god is looking down?
On you savages.. The children run, to mothers
You put bullets in their backs
Ah cowards, can you not see
Do you not think that love is coming down?
You have no gods, they have all disowned you,
You have no love, so you take it out on,
People's lives in progress,
That's what keeps you going when you're savages
Savages, you can dress it up,
Give it a name and a fancy uniform
And a flag to fly to hide behind,
Can you not see the truth that's on the ground
You have no love,
It has all gone cold on you,
You never have, so you take it out on
Those whose love is growing,
That's what you hate most, when you're savages
Do you not see the love is coming down?