Testo: Incommunicado. Losing Daylight. Knee Deep.

Pointing in one direction of agenda destinations.
Bodies in long black body bags with agenda destinations.
This day with hands in the air.
Which way can we look for hope?
Crimes against humanity.
Death factory.
Death toll rose day after day.
Submerged in watery graves.
They just looked the other way.
Turn a blind eye.
Progress moves too slow to a crawl.
More than we know.
Evacuate! Eliminate! Segregate! Exterminate!
Hoping that they're killed off - denying your motives now.
Isn't that just what you want now?
Moral conflict over there while something seems shady in the dark.
We cannot believe you.
Pointing in one direction of a leader mistrusted.
Bodies in long black body bags with agenda destinations.
Millions, uninsured with poverty abound.
What's that sound?
For war billions more, but no more for the poor.
Weapons of misdirection right down here