DAVID

Starry starry night,
paint this planet green and red,
gaze upon the billions dead,
with eyes that know the darkness in your soul.

Mass graves in the hills.
Bomb the trees and the daffodils.
Fund the Nazis and their T4 kills.
Create The Club of Rome to do the same.

Now I understand what you’ve tried to do to me.
How we’ve suffered from your insanity.
How you’d never see us free.
You would not listen, you did not know how,
perhaps you'll listen now.

Starry starry night,
flaming bombs that brightly blaze,
screaming kids in a terrified daze
reflect in David's eyes of deep blood red.

He feels nothing for the dead,
no mourning for the bombed and maimed.
For his genocide he should be ashamed
and share with Josef Fritzl a prison cell.

For we could not love you, but still your hate was true.
And when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
you took your life as the detested often do.
But I could have told you, David,
This world was never meant for one so Bilderberg as you.

Starry, starry night,
traitors hung in empty halls,
Bohemian Moloch ignites and falls
Care cremations stopped, reduced to nil.

Like the strangers that you've killed,
the ragged man in ragged clothes,
the bloody cross and the bloody rose,
lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.

Now I understand what you’ve tried to do to me.
How we’ve suffered from your insanity.
How you’d never see us free.
You would not listen you're not listening still,
perhaps you never will.