Guernica - The Cinematics

Don’t throw any bones to the dogs of war

Though these legs of mine won’t dance anymore

The Discount King of Carpet-bomb Land

Lays down each night with those dogs at his hand

He feeds them scraps of human remains

Then he turns his back to count his gains

Before a painting of her misery

I thought I saw you sowing seeds

Before a painting of her misery

I thought I saw your lurid deeds

In her silent scream

In her silent scream

They can’t spend the hope in our hearts

We won’t break or bend, they won’t tear us apart

But she was tricked by her faith in the future

Those wicked machines and those obedient butchers

She didn’t look like Lenin or Marx

She didn’t look like children of war

She didn’t look like a rolling stone

She do not like the mother’s song

In her silent scream

In her silent scream

In her silent scream

In her silent scream

In her silent scream

In her silent scream