If we seek solace in the prinsons of the distant past
Security in human systems we're told will always always last;
Emotions are the sail and blind faith is the mast,
Without the breath of real freedom we're getting nowhere fast.
If God is dead and the actor plays his part,
His words of fear will find their way to a place in your heart.
Without the voice of reason every faith is its own curse;
Without freedom from the past, things can only get worse.
Sooner or later just like the world first day
Sooner or later we learn to throw the past away.
History will teach us nothing
Our written history is a catalouge of crime,
The sordid and the powerful, the architects of time.
The mother of invention, the oppression of the mild;
The constant fear of scarcity, aggression as its child.
Convince and enemy, convince him that he's wrong,
Is to win a bloodless battle where victory is long.
A simple act of faith
In reason over might
To blow up his children will only prove him right.
History will teach us nothing.
Sooner or later
Sooner or later
History will teach us nothing.
Know your human rights
Be what you come here for