Why do children kill themselves
fall under the bombs
when they come from above to the villages
it is good from above
God's hand is a gnarled grip
its whip and stick have hardened
The father's hand strikes his child
even if he hangs on the cross
You must continue my work (3x)
God of the dance (3x)
The work has been continued for a million nights
turned the knife and dumped fat
greedy ears have listened to
cries of desire, confessions
It has to end
or let us be the last generation
what good has man brought to the world,
what good does he still bring it?
You must continue my work (3x)
God of Dance (3x)
God of Dance!

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