own hell buried six feet down underground and have to claw our way out lets go! sever, bury, liberate heads from necks tossed this race in an unmarked grave
to Sabra-Shatila, From Tiananmen to East Timor, From Warsaw to Darfur, From Guernica to Halabja, Their spirit lives in defiance of it all, Graves of our
Killing their children wont bring back our dead Since when's retaliation been a means to and end? Don't believe all you read, don't get caught up in the
Translation: Misery Index. Unmarked Graves.
Translation: Stampin Ground. Unmarked Grave.
our own hell buried six feet down underground and have to claw our way out lets go! sever, bury, liberate heads from necks tossed this race in an unmarked grave
's we would ride. my body rots while she is weeping, i remain forever sleeping, resting my bones from the daily chores, rest my bones forever more. my body lies in an unmarked grave
out alive, but not this time will our footprints be washed away with the tide. We will be remembered as more than soldiers buried in unmarked graves.