Heaven help the soul thats severed
From the place where it belongs
Caught up in the mindless struggle
Of the weak against the strong
Headlights along the border
Keep the peace, their law and order

Why cant we see its all a record of lies
Its their kind of strength
Its their only defense
An imaginary line

Just a kid and his younger brother
Headed for the wire
Had no rights in the telescopic sights
Of the vigilantes rifle fire

And now hes buried on the border
Where the rivers are blood not water

Why cant we see its all a record of lies
(why cant we see)
Its their kind of truth
It can only be proved
With imaginary lines

In times like these concerning
Who decides which bridge is burning
Dont fall for-map reading
Just make sure that youre still breathing

After the lines were drawn, the children would
Dream of the pearls and how beautiful they were.
Year after year they would dive to the bottom of
The lagoon hoping that the oysters would come
Back. they risked everything-their homes, families
And meager possessions-to search for the pearls.
To make sure they were heavy enough to reach the
Bottom, the children tied stones to their backs.
Many of them died, streams of blood and broken
Bodies rose to the surface of the lagoon...and
The lagoon cried.

Why cant we see its all a record of lies
(why cant we see)
Its their kind of strength
Their only defense
An imaginary line

Why cant we see its all a record of lies
(why cant we see)
Its their kind of truth
It can only be proved
With imaginary lines

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