The Trace Of Our Blood

Over our souls
The trace of humiliation
Over our backs
The despair of the humiliated

We should be
Must we be
We should be like them

The trace of our blood
Across the fucking city
They put their feet
Over our tears
They put their hands
Over our dreams

We should be
Must we be
We should be like them

Black lungs
Broken bones
Innocence destroyed
Only their profits matter

We should be
Must we be
We should be like them