War - Emigrate

We’re burning at the stake now

Our angels from a far

Have come to live in ghost towns

Their tombs were black and charred

I’ve seen the messengers

But they were not for me

They said we’re black witches

Parts of an industry

War — this is what it sounds like

War — cries unsynchronized

War — this is what it sounds like

War — to keep us terrified

We keep the cameras rolling

So we can televise

All that we’ve been controlling

To keep you mesmerized

Why could the right explosions

Just like celebrities

Commercialize religions

And their inequities

War — this is what it sounds like

War — cries unsynchronized

War — this is what it sounds like

War — to keep us terrified

War — this is what it sounds like

War — cries unsynchronized

War — this is what it sounds like

War — to keep us terrified

War — this is what it sounds like

War — cries unsynchronized

War — this is what it sounds like

War — to keep us terrified