Dark Porcelain
Once upon a time
One black child, sitting on a ground, playing with a ball
Don't know anything about his future
Which is made of tears of his mother's pain
Social influences made everyone think that he is different
That he is the one upon all fingers will rest
Mother will you handle the weight of deep roots of ours?
Tears are falling and I'm calling you to hear this story
Some poor bastard took the child's destiny into his own hands
Made him suffer just because of his color
For those who were standing by
You are disgrace for my eyes
Without reason without mercy
He transferred his life in the past tense
Where you took the right to think you can touch the life of someone else?
Are you superior than the others?
Deep roots tell you that we are brothers
But I'm telling you brother, if I meet you this is what I would like to do
Break your bones, extract the teeth
Grind your fingers, nothing stop me
Undress your skin, that's my aim
I compel you to feel the pain
Look at the picture. What's his name?
Why he's dead? It is your blame
Rape your mind, smash your face
Feel the rage of Dark Porcelain
Feel the pain of Dark Porcelain
But I'm still sane And I have no right to judge
Dark Porcelain is standing still
Hers right arm is where the justice dwell
Dark Porcelain is standing still
One black child, sitting on a ground, playing with a ball
Don't know anything about his future
Which is made of tears of his mother's pain
Social influences made everyone think that he is different
That he is the one upon all fingers will rest
Mother will you handle the weight of deep roots of ours?
Tears are falling and I'm calling you to hear this story
Some poor bastard took the child's destiny into his own hands
Made him suffer just because of his color
For those who were standing by
You are disgrace for my eyes
Without reason without mercy
He transferred his life in the past tense
Where you took the right to think you can touch the life of someone else?
Are you superior than the others?
Deep roots tell you that we are brothers
But I'm telling you brother, if I meet you this is what I would like to do
Break your bones, extract the teeth
Grind your fingers, nothing stop me
Undress your skin, that's my aim
I compel you to feel the pain
Look at the picture. What's his name?
Why he's dead? It is your blame
Rape your mind, smash your face
Feel the rage of Dark Porcelain
Feel the pain of Dark Porcelain
But I'm still sane And I have no right to judge
Dark Porcelain is standing still
Hers right arm is where the justice dwell
Dark Porcelain is standing still
Credits
Writer(s): Sára Holubová
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