A date to mention
Reality check is a generation gap Moving forward and on the attack Never a thought to compromise The spilling of blood white and black Knowing the cue the chosen few, Now in the cold to brood and brew See the minds and souls they slew Returning back to tell the new Claim redemption in our time For those who died along the line From them who make such devastation Wicked days they never mention Reaping third world concentration Destroying us and all creation