These Maps Are Written With Blood Songtext
von Bridge to Solace

This is my song for the hate of this world
So you wanna see us be the next in line
As we march to the dead with our heads silently bowed?
Let′s fucking tear our lives apart
Cut our veins so our blood will serve as the ink for you to redesign

Policemen of the world please unite
Rewrite the maps with our very blood
Is there anything left for us to deny?
Or our remaining rights are only to die?


Laws are silent in times of war
So we'd better shut the fuck up as well
This way at least we can be labeled as good people
Who serve the purpose of helping the western wind
Colonize lands untouched by it′s dirty plastic shine
So you wanna see us be the next in line? (Next in line)
The next in line

This is my song for the hate of this world (of bitterness and hope)

Policemen of the world please unite
Rewrite the maps with our very blood
Is there anything left for us to deny?
Or our remaining rights are only to die?

So you wanna see us be the next in line?
Well, my friend, I really hope that instead of us
You'll be standing in the line, in the line
You'll be standing in the line, in the line, in the line
In the line of fire
In the line of fire
In the line of fire
In the line of fire

Of bitterness and hope