Sleeping Giants Songtext

von Misery Index

Hey!

Flushed from the fields of the Malian Steppe!
Carved out from wombs our Fathers beset!
As giants we sleep, where hopelessness ends!
As U.N. statistics, we're counted and fed!
Children of war, hunger, and filth!
Dragged through the dust in our misery to where you won't be seen alive!

In diamond mines; in textile looms.
As cocaine mules, and prostitutes. . . . We don't exist!

They take us young; borders be damned!
From Bangkok to Juarez, on Sahara sands!
Nameless and dead; on frontiers forlorn!
We hate, loath, and curse the day we were born!
Yeeaghh!!!
On and on, we're taken!
More lives, forsaken!
Fuck you, you maggot; harvester of human traffic!
So few, aware!
So few, will care!
Pray on, here after!
Where no God will ever answer!

Yaaaaaaggghh!!!!