Lyrics Children with Guns Murdered Their Father - Dead Point

Children with Guns Murdered Their Father

So the day is burning in pure detestation
I hear loudly calling for civil strife
These nasty vile ideas and victims that we pay
You better watch your steps for the hungry strays
Frenzy enrage and weapon domination
Borders locked down accusing the betrayals
Shoot down those whom they call the dissenters
These words of rage when I can see murders
Shooting the civils on streets
The bloody game and vile homicide
Terrorized all country
Bloodshed of women, hanging of men
Asphalt is baptised in blood
Bodies dismembered and stringled up
Like pigs in the slaughterhouse
Frenzy enrage and weapon domination
Borders locked down accusing the betrayals
Shoot down those whom they call the dissenters
Total mayhem and trample of Creator
The outreach of futile ideals
Exposed as pure Verity
Children with guns murdered their Father
Trampled the moral in dust
The domination of fanaticism
Dissolve the young unformed minds
They know one path of struggle and war
Which called the meaning of life
This is carnage and own’s nation torture
The self distruct of the insane zealots
Slay, slay, finish off the body
That you share the mother’s blood
But idea is not the same
So he can be fiercely cut
Slay, slay, finish off the body
That you share the mother’s blood
But idea is not the same
So he can be fiercely cut
Shoot down those whom they call the dissenters
Total mayhem and trample of creator