(Verse 1)
Blood cries out,
Then dries in the sun.
New hands rise,
Now hold the gun.
(Verse 2)
Once oppressed,
Now wear the crown.
Same old hate,
Just turned around.
(Chorus)
Oh, when will we learn?
The fire we feed,
It’s our own turn—
To burn, to bleed.
(Verse 3)
History’s wheel,
Spins us again.
Voices plead—
Deaf ears remain.
(Bridge)
Tyrants fall,
Then tyrants rise.
Same old chains,
Just new disguise.
(Chorus)
Oh, when will we learn?
The fire we feed,
It’s our own turn—
To burn, to bleed.
(Outro)
Are we so blind?
Or just too weak?
The curse we bear—
Is ours to keep.
(Fading whisper)
Will we ever break free?
Or are we doomed to be
The fools of history?
