Z-7110 Lyrics

the barb-wired perspective cut the evidence down to a
promise. self-imposed but unretained. the trial maybe
left this place in even-handed state. but silence somehow
woke me up again. we see helplessness stuttering a plea.
concealing participation. keeping focussed down. the
witnesses are disappearing. their memories getting buried
in the ground. taking all the secrets to a place we
cannot claim yet to be found. the reproduction of a name
revealing the unconceivable misdeed. for a short time
emotions hit the ceiling. then we forget the point again. simon said remember. simon's dead. that's more than 60
years of nightmares. and finally a well-deserved repose.
60 years of chasing perpetrators in disguise. a lifespan
of insisting to oppose. but time is taking over now to
cloud the reasons for resistance. considered
inappropriate? resistance's treated like crime. still
defamed. fill in time. fill in name. and silence came the
stern reply. get repaid for things we can never
compensate. another lesson the past has taught us. and
that the future desperately needs

19daeb042b3ab63e4fa0b61e9f5edb06