TripP C - Land of the Crow

My PTSD shapes the melody. I see
What this world can be when you're down on your knees
Oh Lord, please! Over here, overseas: Nobody can
Justify these genocidal tendencies
Murderous, militant citizens don't you know
You can't sow in the blood-soaked soil that you plough
Nothing will grow
Land of the dead this horror show
Is sinking like lead, sick in the head
Propaganda babies, you we're mislead
And now that the innocents' blood is spread
Who's gonna provide your fucking bread
Stop for a moment - Try to revise
The terrible acts you fantasize
About, or act out and terrorize
the defenseless. I'm restless with this
and I dismiss this abyss, there's
no progress if you succeed to
suppress or repress us
and thus, I discuss
This is madness at mass
Filling up your streets with broken glass
This sadness won't pass
When there is a target on the working class
Reap, reap, reap what you sow
Darkness surrounds your soul
Land of the dead, land of the crow
Inviting the reaper
Reap, reap, reap what you sow
Darkness surrounds your soul
Land of the dead, land of the crow
Inviting the reaper home
So, don't you dare hate my family
Then casually cause a casualty
For some dead sick, fucked up fantasy
And be saved by barred amnesty
Are you kidding me? These sons of hades
Are killing young kids, old men, and ladies
Murderous minds that spread like rabies
When marches portray impaled babies
What? No! Didn't know
Knew? Who? Yes You
Didn't care, didn't share, didn't declare
Didn't lend a hand in this nightmare
Didn't stitch up all the wear and tear
Left it to the point of no repair
Now that all signs read beware
We better start to prepare
But the fight ain't fair and the law won't show
Put the crook on welfare let the victims woe
Oh, what do you know
See both their numbers grow
Reap, reap, reap what you sow
Darkness surrounds your soul
Land of the dead, land of the crow
Inviting the reaper
Reap, reap, reap what you sow
Darkness surrounds your soul
Land of the dead, land of the crow
Inviting the reaper home
(Inviting the Reaper)
Criminals roam our streets
Racism we still can not defeat
Cry for murder from elites
Who think they have ejection seats
Reap, reap, reap what you sow
Darkness surrounds your soul
Land of the dead, land of the crow
Inviting the reaper
Reap, reap, reap what you sow
Darkness surrounds your soul
Land of the dead, land of the crow
Inviting the reaper home

Written by:
Petrus van der Walt

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