Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sleeping Giants, artist - Misery Index. Album song Heirs to Thievery, in the genre Date of issue: 10.05.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Relapse
Song language: English
Sleeping Giants |
| Flushed from the fields on the Malian steppe |
| Carved out from wombs that our fathers beset |
| As giants we sleep, where hopelessness ends |
| An UN statistics, we’re counted and fed |
| Children of war, hunger, and filth |
| Dragged through the dust in our misery |
| Where you won’t be seen alive… |
| In diamond mines, in textile looms |
| As cocaine mules, and prostitutes… we don’t exist |
| They take us young, borders be damned |
| From Bangkok to Juarez, on Sahara sands |
| Nameless and dead, on frontiers forlorn |
| We hate, loath, and curse the day we were born |
| On and on, we’re taken |
| More lives, forsaken |
| Fuck you, you maggot, harvester of human traffic |
| So few, aware |
| So few, will care |
| Pray on, here after, where no God will ever answer |