Wednesday, May 18th 1994
Does anyone remember what all of this fighting's for?
All this senseless blood shed, all this fucking death
You oly know statistics who now take their dying breath
Can anyone see an end to this putrid fucking war?
Does it now seem any closer than it did the year before?
A year has now gone by and the battlefield's still red
The only thing that's changed is the number of the dead
All of the children born in bloodshed will be lucky to survive
Will they be just more than memories when it's 1995?
The battlefield's still red
They call it "ethnic cleansing"
But it's just like before
This is racial murder
It's not a fucking war
The battlefield's still red
Little girls are stripped and they're beaten to the floor
Systematically raped by soldiers and they fucking call this war
Their mothers are sent through minefields, all humanity's been lost
How many lives will this year claim in this modern day holocaust?
The battlefield's still red
They call it 'ethnic cleansing'
But it's just like before
This is racial murder
It's not a fucking war
The battlefield's still red

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