Buried In Sand

I’m waiting for the truth, with blood on my hands
Still searching for the truth, that’s buried in sand

I’m still waiting for the truth, with blood on my hands

And I’m looking at you

We’re waiting for the truth, united we stand

We’re searching for the truth, that’s scorched on the land

We’re waiting for the truth, but the truth has been banned

And we’re looking at you

We’re waiting for the truth, there’s blood where you stand

Still searching for the truth, is this what you planned

To recognize the truth, is to question your stance

We’re still looking at you

I can’t believe it’s come to this.  You locked the door and ate the key

Now you leave us all alone to pay your butcher’s bill

I can’t believe it’s come to this.  I see the path, but I can’t leave

All the darkness that surrounds us from the blood you’ve spilled

I can’t believe it’s come to this.  You lie and think that we can’t see

And your violence breeds more violence when you’ve lost control

I can’t believe it’s come to this.  You rape the world and say it’s free

Now we’re bathing in the ashes of the pride we stole