While arms are raised straight
at a portret we thought had faded out
While evil men repeat speeches out of dark days
and frightening symbols are worn with proud
While the innocents are imprisoned
and sometimes even shot out of fear
While humanity becomes a luxury for the elite
and their evil power gaining plans become clear
This doorstep is still hidden from that ugly world,
but the front door will be open you hear...
I can't offer more than my compassion and love,
just know my friend your welcome to hide here....
While barbwire fences are marking the line
and walls are build high as the sky....
While shiny brushed boots are marching again
If you're running I won't ask you why.....
While the masses are believing the lies
and are repeating the final countdown
While narcissists and racists get in charge...
and Soldiers of Odin are hunting you down
While friendship is the only thing to hold on
and there's little to nothing left to loose
While respect and freedom are stolen
and survival is the only option to choose...
This doorstep is still hidden from that ugly world,
but the front door will be open you hear...
I can't offer more than my compassion and love,
just know my friend your welcome to hide here....
While barbwire fences are marking the line
and walls are build high as the sky....
While shiny brushed boots are marching again
If you're running I won't ask you why.....
While the world is divided by rich and poor
your home no longer warm and safe
While poison is replacing your food
and being born just a journey to the grave
While all good we've known turns into bad
and crossing borders becomes a privilege
While darkness brings back medieval times
and violence becomes the universal language
This doorstep is still hidden from that ugly world,
but the front door will be open you hear...
I can't offer more than my compassion and love,
just know my friend your welcome to hide here....
While barbwire fences are marking the line
and walls are build high as the sky....
While shiny brushed boots are marching again
If you're running I won't ask you why.....
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