(00:10) This is the playground of the Russian leader (00:12) Where you have to choose between the regime and Al Qaeda (00:16) Pick their side and you’ll be safe from their rockets (00:18) Now see how much the talk at Sochi was able to stop it (00:21) While others get rich, we’re drowning in our shit (00:23) We asked for dignity, but are buried without it (00:26) There’s no point protesting when their minds are never open (00:29) When schools are shut down and promises are broken (00:32) Why should I be sad? For my friend who died a martyr? (00:34) For my friend sighing as he holds the body of his mother? (00:37) Why should I be sad? For the schoolbook torn and bloody? (00:40) They say we’re liberated, yet we’re drowning in the bodies (00:44) Why should I be sad: for my future in this nation? (00:45) Student after student being denied an education  (00:48) Or should I be sad for the teacher lost to me? (00:51) Who promised “we will never lose hope”; now where is he?  (00:54) And all the liars talk as if religion’s on their side (00:56) One claims to be caliph, another judges wrong and right (00:59) Issuing fatwas – that was an irony for sure (01:00) Take off your niqab: this land is pure (01:04) This is the playground of the Russian leader (01:06) Where you have to choose between the regime and Al Qaeda (01:09) Pick their side and you’ll be safe from their rockets (01:12) Now see how much the talk at Sochi was able to stop it   (01:15) Destruction of our cities by lying fundamentalists (01:18) Political correctness won’t end this prejudice (01:21) Or differences between The Brotherhood, parties and communist schisms (01:24) Ever taking out religion’s branded secularism (01:28) And unless you’re a foreigner, you’re labelled an extremist (01:31) Black markets, people taking money to the cleaners (01:33) Banks playing with debt and currency games (01:34) All are salafist: it’s all the same    (01:37) The Turkish took Afrin and surrounded it with buffer zones (01:40) And called in the world’s cameras and microphones (01:42) Between foreign troops and local legions no one trusts  (01:44) Don’t plant yourself a future: plants don’t grow in dust   (01:49) HTS false witnesses accuse you of theft (01:52) Telling lies about what you took when you’ve got nothing left (01:53) While they’re the ones in mansions, with their fancy cars and guns (01:57) Manipulating markets, talking shit to crush the working ones (02:01) Whatever you’ve seen or heard, whatever’s done or said (02:03) You’re better off just pretending you’re dead (02:04) So they don’t make you live to regret (02:05) Having exposed their failed plans instead (02:08) While others get rich, we’re drowning in our shit (02:11) We asked for dignity, but are buried without it (02:14) There’s no point protesting when their minds are never open (02:16) When schools are shut down and promises are broken (02:20) Why should I be sad? For my friend who died a martyr? (02:22) For my friend sighing as he holds the body of his mother? (02:25) Why should I be sad? For the schoolbook torn and bloody? (02:29) They say we’re liberated...    (02:30) Meanwhile, Russia tries to say that rap is scandalous (02:32) They sent out the riot police to try and handle us (02:35) They arrested Husky just for calling out their policies  (02:37) And shut down the shows of GONE.Fludd and Molly, see (02:41) They only want rappers who won’t criticize the leader (02:43) They make them look like terrorist supporters in the media (02:46) Now how many rappers has Putin put into detention?  (02:49) While sycophantic fakes are praised with media attention (02:52) So go ahead: stifle people’s breath as best you can  (02:54) Regimes feeding on the bleeding of the common man  (02:57) One day Russia is ushering in peace delegations,  (02:58) The next, another camp is bombed into annihilation (03:01) While HTS shut down the colleges and schools (03:04) With a swarm of informers to ensure that they still rule (03:06) Pay for their licenses or they’ll arrest the teachers (03:08) Preach this propaganda or no school buses will reach us      (03:13) So, no need to choose whose side will win and whose will lose  (03:17) Turkey, Russia, distributing shrapnel a la Russe  (03:19) You ask for proof, but your media just does what it’s told (03:22) Pre-programmed robots, drinking in your gold (03:25) Just find me someone who’ll ensure the crown’s investigated (03:29) Until then “our proud spirits” will be humiliated (03:31) “Hello, son, this is a new military order (03:33) Bombing stopped: Turkish troops have crossed the border”

Breathe in the smoke, the bitter taste of smoking guns Crumbling homes, so sad it takes the deaths of little ones To learn; bombs blow holes in hearts that you can’t fix; don’t you remember The pain of the last war, mother? How much blood and ember? Little souls, big money, now the monster is awoken Teeth showing, mouth wide open, Aleppo broken, Syria smoking Killed by militias, Al-Qaeda and political players Mr President, was it you who bathed the people there In their own tears? Why was I born into a land run down By man-eaters making bombs from dawn to deadly sundown Under cloak of propaganda, lives are stripped away Like yesterday, lives ablaze, pledges burning each new day CHORUS The generation of clones, Of blind drones, Always the first punch thrown Always the last to go And when the czar’s dethroned By man-eaters of their own Men who claim to know Are sleeping, prone Dreaming of the next warzone [REPEAT] In mother Russia, tell me, are there souls alive Who bravely strive for peace to thrive, on earth in this age of lies? Love to war, ash to ash, aggression to fear, the world is trashed By new bombs, and in this clash, how can a musical backlash Stop prison torture? How can words stop us bombing others? By grasping the hands of your musical sisters and brothers Add remembering still, Russians don’t have to kill Some dream of peace, but end up with blood and war still Pray for your brother The gates are open Russia The gates of hell, attacking... The generation of clones [CHORUS REPEATED]