Guatemala Songtext
von Emanuel and the Fear

Rising up from the ashes of a schoolboy, old enough to be working in the coal mines
Looking up as he watches as his childhood floats away.

To children selling food in Guatemala, el parece sucio al americano
But the gringos concerned, only if the boy has washed his hands.


Don′t forget about the people who are dying in Somolia, skies of fire raining over Persia
Seems as if the wealthy have forgotten we're all the same.
As they dye their hair drinking six dollar coffee,
Healthy and alive but fucking drugged up, coughing,
Underneath, the puppets swing, the strings attached to hands of thieves.

Wake up you people, the world it is changing, step out of your bubble of comfortable ignorance.
The church it has taught us, to fear one another, to hate what is different, yea to silence and smother,
The terror of difference, in all of those thoughts faces colors.
But I can only just imagine, if the truth became the fashion
Then one at a time each mind once frozen in greed
Could lead the way to change the way we live.