Painted from Pain Painted by The heartless Artichokes
Tracklist
| 4. | Painted | 3:32 |
Lyrics
Where orange groves once flourished in picturesque displays
And women embroidered pure artistry to wear as they went about their days
Now lies only dust, ruin, death, destruction, and decay
Artful only to zionists and their alogists and their genocidal ways
Pain painted, like tumors on the skin. Pain painted, like dams bursting and all the water flooding in. Pain painted, like blood on a makeshift splint. Pain painted on the faces of those who refuse to quit.
Where bombs now sprout from the sky, decimating hospitals and killing those inside
There used to be children doing what children do. They would make art, run, play, and cry
But now they can only cry, forced to grow up in a world where they watched their families die
Oh that huge pain in their little hearts as they scream and wonder why
Pain painted, like tells on a liar. Pain painted, like a self-immolator's fire. Pain painted, like a martyr's one desire. Pain painted throughout the voices of everyone singing in this choir.
But this isn't a song, it's an indictment of the colonial mindset. Let these words be an incitement to get up and riot. So then we can put an end to seeing
Pain painted, like a panhandler's sign. Pain painted, like a cave in at the mine during overtime. Pain painted, like hastily drawn chalk outlines. Paint painted everywhere but everyone is acting like it's fine
