Lyrics Crippling Machine - A Rotterdam November

Crippling Machine

Who taught you these things, wounding crippling
I’d say that you’re an effective machine, you say
That you’re clean, but maybe you’re the same underneath
She saw her son off at the train platform
It was April 24, her hug that day
Was not the same as the ones before
These fields are haunted by, a thousand men who died
To stop this Holy War, to stop this Holy War
I could whisper their names, I could shout to the ceiling
But something has to change, too many people died believing
That they would see the day, when you’re just a pile of gears, harmless after
all these years
Crippling Machine, -chine
Belgium is cold, but not as cold as an icy stare of self-piety
That’ll shoot down a plane, tear out my tongue, I swear
Blood still speaks.
In the silence as they raise the flag
They shoot the shots, our young hero is dead, lying peacefully
What he had to do, he already did
In the aftermath, of motors, extra parts
Someone is going to try to salvage your heart
But, I don’t care, It’s your eyes I’ll consider
Burning first, then your fists, your fingers
Flanders, Belgium has killed a lot of men
But not as many as your religion
You’re not escaping the chains you force us to wear
Hate doesn’t respect you
Hate doesn’t care
What exactly do you fight for?
I’ll tear you apart, no diplomacy
I’ll make sure I sabotage all circuitry
Till one day, you and I stop this war