Corum - To Seek

Why has it come to this�the persecution of faith?
Flagrant, notorious, is it all worth dying for?
Death to human souls it brings, slaying of the free.
�Give me back my land,� he says. Let the people be.

To seek a new future; to mourn for the people of war.
To seek a new freedom; to pray for the dying and sore.
To seek a new homeland; to bring all the chaos to end.

Send your son across the sea so he can wait in line.
Give him a prayer and a gun to live in all uncertainty.
Fighting the beliefs of the Israelites.
Shave your head, sell your soul, and give up all your rights.

Madness corruption, is why we�re over there.
Drill the land, juice the sand to make our motors run on.
Draft the boys, pick up their toys, look into their eyes.
Feeling angry, feeling weak, what a fucking surprise.