Oppression as they wash their hands   in their own incapacity   first we gave them our colours   but now we kick them back to a life of oppression   And just as easy as our state transforms   lives into files they chase down the weak,   line them up and cut them down      It's their blood on your hands   history can't wash it away   Can you bear the conscience for their pain   and their suffering?      It's ignorance as they wash their hands   in their own bliss   A government death-squad performs   ethnic cleansing   And our state will gladly make the arrangements   send the lambs back to slaughter   to a religious fascist genocide regime      It's their blood on your hands   history can't wash it away   Can you bear the conscience for their pain   and their suffering?      Our silence sanctionizes genocide   Silence itself is a form of oppression!       Feel their suffering and their pain...