Lowkey, Kaia (AUS) - Lords of War lyrics
[Lowkey, Kaia AUS - Lords of War lyrics]
Intestines, shattered hopes and dreams
Adorn the floor
The face behind the screen has
Seen it all before
And the worst thing about is
There's more in store
Just another sacrifice to the lords of war
The royal family sell guns
The royal family sell bombs
That kill the world's poorest people
The government sell guns
The government sell bombs
That kill the world's poorest people
The sacrosanct march of industry
The sacrosanct march of industry
Does such strange things to people
The spectatorship of suffering
The spectatorship of suffering
Does oh such strange things to people
Oh lord of war, how do you sleep?
Oh lord of war, how do you sleep at night?
Oh lord of war, how do you sleep?
Oh lord of war, how do you sleep at night?
Oh lord
She was eight years old, imagination alive
Cute as could be, you could see the gleam of
Mischief in her eye carrying her kite
To try find a place where it could it fly
Hovering not far she saw what was
A spaceship in her mind
Too young to really understand exactly
What the buzz meant
Bread and water everyday
Other than that she's unfed
Pressure applied diplomatically to stop aid
Reality enforced by the air
And naval blockade
Back to her, through her blood flows Qahtan
Ancient civilisation but it's status
Has lost charm she found a place to fly
Kite in the soft calm
Some will say that her life was in God's palm
She heard her mother call
Saw her brother fall
Didn't realise quick enough
Stumbled from the sudden force
A flicker and a flash to
The horror scene of death
And this is what happens
When technology meets flesh
Oh lord of war, how do you sleep?
Oh lord of war, how do you sleep at night?
Oh lord of war, how do you sleep?
Oh lord of war, how do you sleep at night?
Oh lord
Intestines, shattered hopes and dreams
Adorn the floor
The face behind the screen has
Seen it all before
And the worst thing about is
There's more in store
Just another sacrifice to the lords of war
A caravan in Nevada
He sit's twiddling a control pad
Taking down coordinates
Scribbling in his notepad
When he sweats the headphones itch
And irritate his eczema
Watching scenes on the screen as
They enter through his retina
Sick of his life
His wife and this job 'cause it kills
Sick of his father sick of
Debt from the hospital bills
Childhood of computer games that
Learned him in murder
He wonders if he's better
Off serving up burgers
A small part of him loved
Watching death from a distance
But that feeling numbed away
Through monotonous repetition
Merely going through the motions
Like the robot that he operates
Depersonalised murder
Victim less violence for the modern age
His cold stare and tap of a
Button takes her only life
Instantly regrets but watches on
As she slowly dies
Grotesquely intertwined via the screen
That he stared through
Her kite floats away but we
Will never know where to
"What fools we are, to live in a generation
For which war is a computer
Game for our children
And just an interesting little
Channel 4 News item"
Oh lord of war, how do you sleep?
Oh lord of war, how do you sleep at night?
Oh lord of war, how do you sleep?
Oh lord of war, how do you sleep at night?
Oh lord
Intestines, shattered hopes and dreams
Adorn the floor
The face behind the screen has
Seen it all before
And the worst thing about is
There's more in store
Just another sacrifice to the lords of war
The lord lives in the third
Dimension far from the theatre
But every now and again the whimpers
Of the carnage get nearer
Sometimes in his dreams he sees
The harmed and disfigured
Like Dorian Gray can't see his
Moral scars in the mirror
Cognitive dissonance
Suppresses his pangs of conscience
Rationalises it away
Everybody has their monsters
But he is not everyone
He is a parasite of life and carries
Within him a selfish song never sung
Believes he loves his children
Is he capable of love?
Lord of the machines that
Rain Satan from above
Will they justify what daddy did or
Hate him as they must
Realise their bread and butter left
Faceless faces in the dust
As the sights locked on her he
Loosened his suit and tie as he sighs
Balls of fire were shooting off to her right
As she died
He ordered a fruit juice with some ice
Her kite floats away
He admires the blueness of the
Sky oh Lord of war
Adorn the floor
The face behind the screen has
Seen it all before
And the worst thing about is
There's more in store
Just another sacrifice to the lords of war
The royal family sell guns
The royal family sell bombs
That kill the world's poorest people
The government sell guns
The government sell bombs
That kill the world's poorest people
The sacrosanct march of industry
The sacrosanct march of industry
Does such strange things to people
The spectatorship of suffering
The spectatorship of suffering
Does oh such strange things to people
Oh lord of war, how do you sleep?
Oh lord of war, how do you sleep at night?
Oh lord of war, how do you sleep?
Oh lord of war, how do you sleep at night?
Oh lord
She was eight years old, imagination alive
Cute as could be, you could see the gleam of
Mischief in her eye carrying her kite
To try find a place where it could it fly
Hovering not far she saw what was
A spaceship in her mind
Too young to really understand exactly
What the buzz meant
Bread and water everyday
Other than that she's unfed
Pressure applied diplomatically to stop aid
Reality enforced by the air
And naval blockade
Back to her, through her blood flows Qahtan
Ancient civilisation but it's status
Has lost charm she found a place to fly
Kite in the soft calm
Some will say that her life was in God's palm
She heard her mother call
Saw her brother fall
Didn't realise quick enough
Stumbled from the sudden force
A flicker and a flash to
The horror scene of death
And this is what happens
When technology meets flesh
Oh lord of war, how do you sleep?
Oh lord of war, how do you sleep at night?
Oh lord of war, how do you sleep?
Oh lord of war, how do you sleep at night?
Oh lord
Intestines, shattered hopes and dreams
Adorn the floor
The face behind the screen has
Seen it all before
And the worst thing about is
There's more in store
Just another sacrifice to the lords of war
A caravan in Nevada
He sit's twiddling a control pad
Taking down coordinates
Scribbling in his notepad
When he sweats the headphones itch
And irritate his eczema
Watching scenes on the screen as
They enter through his retina
Sick of his life
His wife and this job 'cause it kills
Sick of his father sick of
Debt from the hospital bills
Childhood of computer games that
Learned him in murder
He wonders if he's better
Off serving up burgers
A small part of him loved
Watching death from a distance
But that feeling numbed away
Through monotonous repetition
Merely going through the motions
Like the robot that he operates
Depersonalised murder
Victim less violence for the modern age
His cold stare and tap of a
Button takes her only life
Instantly regrets but watches on
As she slowly dies
Grotesquely intertwined via the screen
That he stared through
Her kite floats away but we
Will never know where to
"What fools we are, to live in a generation
For which war is a computer
Game for our children
And just an interesting little
Channel 4 News item"
Oh lord of war, how do you sleep?
Oh lord of war, how do you sleep at night?
Oh lord of war, how do you sleep?
Oh lord of war, how do you sleep at night?
Oh lord
Intestines, shattered hopes and dreams
Adorn the floor
The face behind the screen has
Seen it all before
And the worst thing about is
There's more in store
Just another sacrifice to the lords of war
The lord lives in the third
Dimension far from the theatre
But every now and again the whimpers
Of the carnage get nearer
Sometimes in his dreams he sees
The harmed and disfigured
Like Dorian Gray can't see his
Moral scars in the mirror
Cognitive dissonance
Suppresses his pangs of conscience
Rationalises it away
Everybody has their monsters
But he is not everyone
He is a parasite of life and carries
Within him a selfish song never sung
Believes he loves his children
Is he capable of love?
Lord of the machines that
Rain Satan from above
Will they justify what daddy did or
Hate him as they must
Realise their bread and butter left
Faceless faces in the dust
As the sights locked on her he
Loosened his suit and tie as he sighs
Balls of fire were shooting off to her right
As she died
He ordered a fruit juice with some ice
Her kite floats away
He admires the blueness of the
Sky oh Lord of war