It's their desperation, the risk they take
To flee the terror of the failing state
Endanger life for just a little taste
Of freedom, relief, and a sense of place

Militias stalking the coasts for blood
Indenturing captives in the desert Sun
Traversing the open sea
To feel the sand's opportunity

All quiet on the western front
While they cry for help in the eastern mud
Refusing the calls to deliver aid
'Cause the waving flag is a different shade

Suffering in silence
Suffering within
They break their spirit
Break their fucking will

Held between
No man's land
Prisoners
Divide kin from kin

All quiet on the western front
While they cry for help in the eastern mud
Refusing the calls to deliver aid
'Cause the waving flag is a different shade

When the well dries up
The bread has turned to crumbs
They'll look down at the street
And use the stones to speak

Every window deserves a brick
Every window deserves a brick
Every window deserves a brick
Every window deserves a brick
Every window deserves a brick
Every window deserves a brick
Every window deserves a brick
Every fucking window gets a brick