Red Sands

<br>Blood on the sand<br>Blood on the hands<br>of a handful of madman<br>What a way to see the world<br>Through the smeared window of a TV-Screen<br>Technicolour assasinations<br>Assasinations that make me scared and afraid<br>Afraid of the streets that breed malice and hatred<br>Those with their heads bowed to the darkness<br>Those who can`t see for the glave of the light<br>Those without strength<br>Who can`t raise hands yet alone guns<br>Become prisoners of concience<br>Though not your concience<br>You cheer and rejoice as life trickles away<br>Through the outlets you give in the shape of a gun<br>Our world is slipping quickly away