| A bit of mystery lies in history’s eyes
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| Cuz in time the facts and the figures get twisted with lies
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| The devil tried to kiss us goodnight
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| But he hides
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| That’s how a proven fact is simply denied
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| I am a victim — a victim of time
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| Victimized by the victory of viciousness the system revised
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| They say a century’s passed — nothing can bring them to life
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| I say our memories last — at least admit to your crimes
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| I try to look these little kids in their eyes
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| As they’re watching their mother’s demise
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| She’s cut — blood drips from her thighs
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| She was pregnant — they’re ripping her stomach — it’s slit from the sides
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| Just so they could guess on the sex of the kid that’s inside
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| They had us walking and walk in the blistering sun
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| Sands of the deserts as far as our vision can run
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| They had us walking in circles — walk till we starve
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| Oh Lord, I hate 'em! |
| — Forgive me, it’s wrong but I’m scarred
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| They planted the seeds of hate in my heart — it keeps growing
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| My heartbeat’s slowing
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| My heart just keeps hoping
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| Cuz we’ll never — ever! |
| — give up on our cause
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| Cuz we owe it to all the people we lost
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| Yerpvor patsvin trner louso
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| Yev mer yergren pakh da tsmer
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| Chknagh yergirn mer Armenyo
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| Yerp paileh yur kaghtsrig orer
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| Tsangam desnel zim Giligia
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| Ashkhar' vor ints yedour arev
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| Tsangam desnel zim Giligia
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| Ashkhar' vor ints yedour arev
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| Refuse to give in — our wounds are dripping like bloody hell
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| From brutal whippings to crucifixions with rusty nails
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| But who will listen
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| The truth is hidden
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| Massacres and cruel killings
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| To snatching our future kingdom and commonwealth
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| But where is the promised help?
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| They distance 'em from it
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| Well, is this what you wanted?
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| Man, it’s just making me sick to my stomach
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| Cuz Hitler has done it afterwards
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| Following the Ottoman’s example — can you handle me quoting this bastard’s
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| words?
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| Cuz see in '39 this' how your friend spoke:
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| «After all, who remembers Armenians today» — end quote
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| Forgive and forget? |
| — No
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| History repeats — this leach is draining us — let go!
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| This battle against hope
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| We gather around
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| We light our candles in crowds
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| These tears land on the ground
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| Each year standing so proud
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| Together we holding banners and shout
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| But it’s spreading thru empty space that doesn’t travel the sound?
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| Nobody wants to hear us! |
| The population just can’t see thru the mess
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| The way you treat one case determines what people do next
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| Souls can’t peacefully rest
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| Till the killer’s secret’s confessed
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| Buried in our holy lands that we now don’t even possess
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| It’s taken
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| Pardon my phrases, I’m blatant
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| But all these nations are shaking the arms of Satan for the sake of army bases
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| We’re praying to God to make 'em admit it — we’re still hoping
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| But they still won’t and that’s why these wounds are still open |