Rise

WRITTEN BY CHRISTOPH BOUET

The line around your unborn life
Was painted black on main street one
The walls and fences wore the signs
That showed them all who rules and runs
The world
Call 'em out and free the saints
And play the bloody games again
Sugar keys for prison gates
The revolution breaks your chains

The race of races throughout the land
Brings the whites' downfall
We'll build our hideout in the sand
Where we get through the last war

Why don't you understand my words?
There is no answer to your needs
Heaven is closed for us? That hurts?
Instead the Lord sent me
Let's overcome this white man's age
We‘ll only kill just nine of them
The Devil’s business is runnin' late
So hurry up and serve me, man

The race of races throughout the land
Brings the whites' downfall
We'll build our hideout in the sand
Where we get through the last war