We Do Not Resist
المجد للشيطان معبود الرياح
On the pulpit the false messiah speaks
Hand them your papers now cease and desist
Spreading false news and selling such lies
'Twas the night the lie rose and truth finally died
Our slavery ends only when we are deceased
Our lives are their meat, all partake in the feast
They put us to sleep with a lie and a kiss
And when the keys lock our chains
We say, we do not resist
Poverty rise
Children die while we read the news of gossip mongers
Our lives pieces in a game
The naked emperor walks to his new clothes
We clap our hands
Blinded by fortune and fame
They play the saints in our daily lives
And we do not care at all
And our children march to the sound of their drums
While to war we lose our fathers and sons
The only prophet they trust in is the profit from their guns
They care not for the old the weak or the sick
Masters of speeches and measuring their dicks
Breaking our bones with maces not sticks
And when their poison reaches our brains
We say, we do not resist
Poverty rise
Children die while we read the news of gossip mongers
Our lives pieces in a game
The naked emperor walks to his new clothes
We clap our hands
Blinded by fortune and fame
On the pulpit the false messiah speaks
Hand them your papers now cease and desist
Spreading false news and selling such lies
'Twas the night the lie rose and truth finally died
Our slavery ends only when we are deceased
Our lives are their meat, all partake in the feast
They put us to sleep with a lie and a kiss
And when the keys lock our chains
We say, we do not resist
Poverty rise
Children die while we read the news of gossip mongers
Our lives pieces in a game
The naked emperor walks to his new clothes
We clap our hands
Blinded by fortune and fame
They play the saints in our daily lives
And we do not care at all
And our children march to the sound of their drums
While to war we lose our fathers and sons
The only prophet they trust in is the profit from their guns
They care not for the old the weak or the sick
Masters of speeches and measuring their dicks
Breaking our bones with maces not sticks
And when their poison reaches our brains
We say, we do not resist
Poverty rise
Children die while we read the news of gossip mongers
Our lives pieces in a game
The naked emperor walks to his new clothes
We clap our hands
Blinded by fortune and fame
Credits
Writer(s): Matan Shmuely, Kobi Farhi, Alon Miasnikov, Idan Amsalem, Chen Balbus, Uri Zelha
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Other Album Tracks
Altri album
- הגברים בוכים בלילה - Single
- A Heaven You May Create (Live)
- Birth of the Three (Live @ Heichal HaTarbut, Tel Aviv 2021)
- Sapari (Live @ Heichal HaTarbut, Tel Aviv 2021)
- Brother / Let the Truce Be Known (Stripped Remixes) - Single
- The Beloveds Cry - 30th Anniversary Edition
- Resurrection: The Very First Years of Orphaned Land
- The Beloveds Cry
- Unsung Prophets And Dead Messiahs
- Chains Fall to Gravity (Radio edit)
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